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SEXUALLY EXPLICATE MATERIAL: NON-CONSENSUAL/RAPE/BONDAGE
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Copyright 1989 All rights reserved
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This story was originally published in the United States of America. Unlike
videos, I try to make my erotic books interesting. I concede I am not bound by
censorship problems re, fisting, S&M, teens, etc, like the video makers are,
but then I also have an imagination, which they seem to lack. If you're bored
with videos, try picking up a book at your nearest adult bookstore.
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AFRICAN DRUMS
By Dark Dreamer
This is the story of a spoiled teenage co-ed who is forced to accompany her
parents on an African safari. She becomes seperated and is kidnapped and abused
by jungle savages and other nasty sorts. There is no real violence... aside
from the rapes, that is. Our heroine does come out unharmed in the end.
Part One
Mandy had whined the entire week before they left. She had whined and
sulked during the plane flight, and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and
occasionally snarling. Going on an African safari, far from chili dogs, pizza,
MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of a holiday.
For once, though, her parents had held firm. They intended that this
would be a good old fashioned family holiday, and were determined to enjoy it
if it killed them, and her. No amount of whining, cajoling and begging had
managed to sway them.
Thus she was now standing on the runway in a baking heat, watching her
father wave forlornly at baggage handlers who zipped by as if he were
invisible. It was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of luggage
sitting beside him.
Mandy herself was very far from invisible to the baggage handlers, as
well as all the other bemused, astonished and wondering Africans within sight.
If she noticed the stares, she gave not sign. She was, after all, used to be
stared at, though not in quite the same way.
She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning young woman. Her
development had started early. Even when she was eleven years old, her physical
maturity was such that she was taken for a girl several years older. She'd
learned quickly that the men who looked at her so closely could be manipulated
in a variety of ways to her benefit.
At eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking her eyes. By twelve she
was wearing tight or revealing clothes and positioning her body in such a way
that older boys and even grown men would groan and flash carnal visual images
in their minds.
By the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an expert at manipulation, at
controlling and manoeuvring men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage
body to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard steel of their
prongs.
She'd lost her cherry before entering high school, to a handsome teacher
who'd responded by changing her F to an A. Usually she didn't have to actually
sleep with them of course. A little cooing and sultry whispers, combined with a
kiss or two sometimes did it.
For more difficult cases, she'd casually rub herself against them, or let
them cop a feel of her boobs, or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off.
She'd gotten great grades in High School without having a particularly
nimble mind, or studying hard. Others wondered about that, but as a leader of
her peer group in school, few openly questioned her methods for academic
achievement.
It was the same in college. She'd started just this year, and had found
the college professors even more willing to come under her sway. The high
school teachers had the added worry, first of arrest, and even after she passed
the age of consent, of firing, if caught with her.
College teachers didn't really have to worry about that. Affairs between
students and teachers weren't unusual. They could freely make use of what she
offered in exchange for good grades, and not worry about consequences.
Now, as she stood on the runway, clad in her tight short shorts and her
purple tank top that was cut off just below the breasts, she was the near
perfection of a sexual creature. She didn't even have to try and pose anymore.
Any position she took could automatically bring males organs to erection.
Her body was that of a goddess, perfect in it's Ivory Whiteness, gleaming
with health. There was not a pimple, mole, or freckle anywhere on it. She was
tall and effortlessly graceful, her movements that of a ballet dancer.
Her breasts were large enough to cause double takes, but not large enough
to detract from the perfect symmetry of her shape. They were high and perfectly
round and of a firmness few young women ever achieved, even during arousal. Her
nipples were tiny pink nubs in the exact center of each breast, which, when
hard, lengthened to an almost unnatural length, standing out hard and ultra
sensitive.
Her legs were the kind that made men run into poles, so transfixed were
they by the long gleaming contours of her perfect thighs, shapely calves and
sweet and lovely knees.
Her ass would have won awards if such were given, and if she had ever
deigned to enter any contest. It was the perfection other women longed for, had
operations for. Not an ounce of fat, not a hint of imperfection marred her
sweet and sumptuous buttocks. They were more perfect in their shape when she
slouched in her sneakers than most women achieved in six inch heels and tightly
shaping pants and jeans.
Her face was the profile of delicate loveliness. Her eyes were wide and
bright, bright blue. When she wanted, they were they eyes of an appealing
child. Within an instant they could turn sultry and wanton.
Her nose was a mere button, a little snub thing that made the women sigh
and smile. Her mouth was narrow and luscious, her lips full and sensuous, her
teeth, brilliant white perfection. Taken as a whole, her face was enough to
make grown men and women weep, the men with regret, that they would never know
her intimate acquaintance, the women with amazed jealousy.
Her hair was the perfect frame for such a wondrously sculpted visage. It
was chest long and as feathery soft and fleecy as the finest silk. At the same
time, it was luxuriously thick, cascading around her head and splashing over
her shoulders and down her chest and back like a lustrous waterfall halted in
mid-fall.
All of these taken together drew lustful and envious stares and gasps
wherever she went, and contributed to what was, admittedly, more than a hint of
arrogance, haughtiness and vanity. Being rich always tended to draw people into
immodesty. Being rich as well as stunningly, dazzlingly, ravishingly, gorgeous,
gave her an ego hard to reign in, even on those odd occasions that she tried.
Of course, her luscious silhouette and mouth watering face were not the
only reason she was drawing stares at the moment. The main point of attraction
for the Africans was her hair, which was a bright, but not unattractive shade
of pink.
If she had been aware of the amusement, or confusion her hair color was
causing, she would have simply sniffed about the crudeness and lack of
sophistication of the watchers, utterly certain that wherever in the world she
happened to be, whatever she happened to be wearing was THE height of fashion,
and that included hair coloring and style.
She was not aware of the bewildering looks though, since all her
attention was focused on herself, and the unhappiness and uncomfortableness she
was presently feeling. These were not things Mandy was normally forced to
contend with.
Seldom in her short life had she been refused any pleasure, comfort or
want, however fleeting or transitory. Everywhere she went she was granted boons
favours and generosity. At home, her slightest wish was her parents most
important demand. Nothing was denied her.
Of course this went a long way to explaining her self indulgent nature,
her selfishness and vain outlook on life. Mandy was about as spoiled as any
human being that walked the face of the earth, and as shallow as a dried river
bed.
Though she was far from stupid, an original thought had never crossed her
pretty little mind. She followed the dictates of her social group to the
letter, her every move governed by whatever happened to be "IN."
Now here she was sweating, SWEATING! In a sauna that was permissable, but
out in the open, in her clothes, it was utterly intolerable.
"Dadddeeeeeeeeee," she whined. "Can't we go indoors where it's
air-conditioned?"
"The building isn't air-conditioned sweetheart. It's hotter than out
here," he replied.
"Not air-conditioned?" She was truly amazed. In her experience all
buildings were air-conditioned. What kind of a place was this?
"Ahhh, here comes our drive I think," her father sighed with relief.
Mandy turned to see a boxy looking car racing towards them in a cloud of
dust. She squinted her eyes against the sun, then put her hand over her mouth
as the thing drew up in front of them, hurling small pebbles and dirt all
around.
"You Charles Taylor?" a voice demanded.
"I am."
"Righto."
A figure jumped out of the box and moved around to stand in front of
them. Mandy looked up in disgust. The man was in his early thirties, tall, with
coarse dark hair and weathery tanned skin, he wore a cheap brown short sleeved
shirt and dark green pants tucked into boots, not even designer boots.
He was sort of handsome, in a rugged, cowboy type way, with a thick,
barrel chest and enormous, biceps. His hands were big and rough from work, and
his chest hair curled out through the half open shirt. Mandy wrinkled her nose
in distaste.
"Pleased ta meet yah." The man said, holding out his big hand at Taylor.
"I'm Joe Steel."
"How do you do?" Charles said, shaking hands. "This is my wife Lucy..."
"Charmed." Lucy said, waving her hand back and forth in front of her face
to stir a little breeze.
"And my daughter Mandy."
"Hi there Maddie." he grinned, his eyes sliding quickly and
appreciatively up and down her body.
"Mandy." she said, stiffly, glaring in reproach.
It didn't do to let the help become to chummy to begin with, and nobody
dared call her Maddie.
With no further delay Joe had begun hefting their bags one and two at a
time, and tossing them into the rear of the "Rover" as he called it. He showed
not even a hint of effort at the heavy bags and was quickly done, whereupon he
jumped into the drivers seat to await them.
Charles held open the rear door and Lucy and Mandy carefully stepped in.
"Don't you have air-conditioning?" she complained.
"You're joking?" He laughed. "Air-conditioning! What a laugh!" He then
proceeded to laugh, long and hard, before stomping on the gas pedal. The three
passengers were thrown back against the weakly padded seats as the Rover bumped
and bounced across the dirt field and out through the airport gate.
In a short length of time, they were driving through an incredibly dirt
and tacky looking excuse for a city, with hordes of Black people wandering
around aimlessly and shrieking in some ugly foreign language that Mandy knew
wasn't French or Italian, the only two acceptable languages other than english.
"How far is the hotel?" She grumbled.
"Hotel? We ain't goin' to no hotel, gorgeous. We're heading right for the
jungle. We'll pick up the rest of the gear in Bankoland, then head inland."
"You mean we'll be travelling in this?!" she demanded in astonishment.
"That's it beautiful."
"But... but... but... we CAN'T travel in this!" she exclaimed.
He looked back at her in irritation. "And just what's wrong with this?
This is a helluva fine machine, girl. It'll take you through damn near anything
without stalling."
"How long do we have to be riding around in this thing?" She demanded.
"This is your ride for the duration, Princess." he grinned.
"Daddeeeeeeee!"
"Now look, precious, we could hardly travel in a Rolls in the middle of
the jungle," he tried to placate her.
"Couldn't you get something that was at least air-conditioned!?"
"You'll never get acclimatized with air-conditioning pinky." Joe grinned.
"What?"
"He means you won't get used to the heat, darling."
"I don't want to get used to the heat!" she stamped her foot on the
floor.
"You ain't got no choice there, pinky."
"Don't call me that!" she demanded, furiously.
He laughed, which did nothing to cool her temper. She folded her arms
tightly, despite the heat, and sank back in her corner of the seat, determined
to sulk until she was back home again. The Rover continued to bounce along
until they reached a small village outside town.
There they stopped. There was six other four wheel drive vehicles there
waiting. Joe looked at them in disbelief. "What in hell?" He jumped out and
went to the waiting native drivers, chatting furiously.
"You told me to find everything on the list and bring it here with
drivers." The man in charge said, shrugging.
"What in hell was on the friggin list?!" Joe demanded. He poked his nose
inside the rovers and jeeps, his face growing more and more incredulous.
Finally he came over to stand in front of Charles.
"Are you nuts?" he demanded.
"Excuse me?"
"What in hell is all this junk? You got furniture here, fer chrissake!"
"Yes, a few tables and chairs, and cots."
"Tables and chairs!"
"I suppose you've never sat in a chair or at a table." Mandy sniffed,
disdainfully. Joe glared at her, then turned back to Taylor. "You have any idea
what this is costing you?"
"Of course I know." Charles said with dignity.
"How about how long it's gonna take us to pack up and set down?"
"I'm sure they'll manage."
Joe closed his eyes and counted to ten.
"It's your funeral," he said before finally, stomping over to the other
drivers.
"Really." Lucy said. "Couldn't you have found a better guide, Charles?"
"He is supposed to be the best, my dear."
"He smells badly." Mandy sulked.
"I dare say we'll all smell badly soon." Her father said, altogether too
happily. Both women looked at him in disgust.
They bounced down dirt roads for several more hours, with the other cars
riding along behind. They left the road then, going through the jungle on even
more bouncy trails. Just when she was certain she couldn't take another minute,
they stopped in a small clearing by a river.
"All right. We're here." Joe said in obvious relief. He almost dove out
of the rover, moving as far away from Mandy as he could get. Never had he had
to bear such a constant unending barrage of whining complaints, and snotty
comments.
If she had known the fantasies he'd used to try and block her out for
most of the afternoon, Mandy would have been outraged. In truth, they weren't
all that different from most men's fantasies about her, except for being
considerably more violent.
The dozen natives proceeded to set up the camp, which included two large
tents, each ten feet by twelve feet and tall enough for a tall man to stand.
Inside each the carried a large round plastic bathtub, which they set up in a
curtained corner, along with the portable toilets.
They attached round curtain rods to the tubs, then put on the curtains. A
pipe with a shower nozzle on the top was put into place, and a generator to
power the pumps, along with other gear, was started up. One large vehicle was
entirely filled with big drums of water, which were rolled over and attached to
the pumps.
Joe sat on the front bumper of his Rover and watched in stunned amazement
as the tubs, along with tables, chairs, benches and cots were all unloaded and
brought into the tents. Each time Mandy saw him, she turned up her nose and
sniffed in disdain. Joe imagined what a good sturdy leather belt would do to
her round little behind.
The Taylors wandered around, enjoying the scenery, what there was of it
no further than a dozen yards from the camp at least. Mandy accompanied her
parents, shrugging and sniffing at everything they pointed out.
He's got a big campfire going, for the atmosphere, Charles had said,
since of course they'd brought portable propane stoves and lanterns for heat
and light. The fire drew the only appreciative statement from Mandy Joe had
heard all day. She'd allowed that it was "OK."
Soon after things were installed, the Taylors all retired to their tents
and the pumps started up. Joe's mind filled with the image of the pink haired
girl having a shower and despite his irritation at her, found his loins
stirring.
Normally he wouldn't have dreamed of it, but the little bitch had been
such a snotty little bitch that he almost felt she owed him one, a look that
is.
With nobody in sight, he unzipped the tent and poked his head inside,
then walked in, poking his head out to be sure nobody had seen him. He moved
across to the room to the little curtained alcove, then looked inside.
The curtain that ran around the tub was in place and water pattered off
it weakly. The pumps were only as good as the power source which had to be
small enough to cart around. Still, a good spray of water enveloped the girl as
she stood under it.
The plastic curtain was solid, and only her shadow showed through. Not a
man to hesitate, Joe wandered across the few feet that separated it from him
and pulled it aside slightly.
Her back was to him, and what a back! Despite his many experiences with
women he had to swallow a sigh of appreciation. He shook his head as his eyes
beheld her beautifully proportioned body, the lovely round swells of her
buttocks and magnificent legs.
She turned and he let the curtains fall. Then opened them a crack. Her
head was tilted back and her hands were rubbing shampoo through her long hair.
He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again. No, he hadn't been
imagining.
"Good Christ!" he murmured, his voice easily covered by the sound of
splashing water. What a body! His eyes lingered over her upturned breasts,
looking even more golden and perfect as she unconsciously thrust her chest up
and out.
Her belly was smooth and flat and looked like the softest thing on earth.
Her damp pubic hair, she was a blonde, he saw, barely covered her dark little
slit as she stood with legs slightly apart.
The water trickled off her gleaming wet skin, giving her a slick, oily
look that set his heart pounding and his cock pulsing. It was all he could do
to keep from jumping in and screwing her right then and there.
Luckily, he was a strong man mentally as well as physically. He backed
away and stumbled out of the tent, his eyes wide and dazed. No matter her
personality flaws, he was going to have the little slut if it was the last
thing he did!
He set out to please her as soon as she returned from her shower. His
attempts to curry favour and amuse her failed dismally however. She was used to
men trying to charm and please her and was in no mood for it. Besides, he was
as far from her type as it was possible to get without actually being ugly.
His smile became strained over the course of the evening, as his most
gallant, courteous and congenial attempts to strike up friendship, or even a
conversation, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks, arrogant
condescension and rude and brusque dismissals.
He was in a foul mood when he went to sleep that night. It didn't get any
better the next day, as she repeated her whining and complaining to such an
extent he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When she haughtily
summoned him to her tent that evening, he was in no mood to be pleasant.
Her constant snivelling had driven him to tear into his stash of brandy
far sooner than normal, and he was ready to bite somebody's head off. None
would be better than her's.
Mandy was wearing a light white designer shirt, that, because of the
heat, she'd completely unbuttoned and then tied together below her bra-less
breasts.
That her magnificent orbs were thus encased in two tight sacks that
became translucent as she sweated, did not apparently occur to her, and if it
had, she wouldn't have cared. Tormenting me, even ones she disliked was
commonplace to her.
Her shorts were the kind of baggy, multi colored things currently in
vogue in California, and looked preposterous here, but again, that didn't occur
to her.
"What is it?" He almost snarled after pushing through her tent flap.
"This thing doesn't work." she complained, pointing at the shower.
"So what do you want me to do about it?" She looked at him like he was
exceedingly stupid.
"Fix it." She said, pronouncing each word carefully as she stared at him.
"It ain't my shower." He glared.
"You were hired by my father..."
"To guide you through the jungle. You want a plumber go and find one."
"How dare you!?" she glared in outrage.
"Oh stuff a sock in it." he snapped.
"When I tell my Daddy..."
"You can tell Daddy whatever the bleeding hell you want you silly little
cunt. I'm tired of listening to your whining and bitching and complaining!" He
moved right in front of her, staring down angrily from inches away. She backed
up in consternation, but he kept moving forward until she was backed against a
table.
He jammed his face right up against her's. "Your shit don't stink! Do
it?"
Mandy's eyes and mouth opened in amazement. Nobody, but nobody had ever
talked to her like this before.
"I... I... I..."
"Oh can it! I'm sick of listening to your whining voice!" He shoved his
face even closer, forcing her to bend backwards across the table.
"You are the snottiest little ice maiden I've ever seen in my life! You
and your Goddam bathtubs and Goddam CD player and your Goddam pink hair! What
kind of a crazy wears pink hair anyway!?
"It... it's the latest s... style." she stuttered.
"Style! Ha! " He backed up slightly, his eyes glaring as he looked her up
and down. "And your clothes. You wave your little ass around and show off your
fat titties and then look down your nose at anyone that takes notice!"
He poked his nose in her face again, forcing her back. "What you really
need is a hard belt across your dainty little rear end! Or better yet a good
hard cock up your tight, cold little hole!"
Mandy gasped in shock, her skin flushing red in embarrassment and
outrage.
"I bet for all your showin' off your still a stinking virgin!" he
snarled.
"I... I am not!" she whined.
"Bullshit! I can't imagine you letting any man between those legs of
your's!" He reached his hand down and cupped her big left breast through the
sweaty blouse. "The only one that's ever touched these are you!" He sneered,
against putting his face right up against her's.
Mandy was now terrified. She was in a situation she'd never faced in her
life. Someone didn't like her! Someone was being mean to her, yelling at her
and calling her names. She didn't know how to deal with it and gaped at him in
shock, not even trying to slap his hand away from her hot, sweating breast.
"What about it, little Miss Ice Queen?" he smirked.
"Or are you a lesbo? That wouldn't surprise me. A man hating little
homo!"
"A... am not!" she whimpered.
"Yeah?" He curled his lip into a sneer, then abruptly, jammed his big
hand down the front of her shorts. The button tore off, popping across the tent
as his hand forced into the thin garment. Mandy gasped again, her eyes staring
down in shock.
Joe's hand slid right under her panties and cupped her bare flesh,
squeezing up against her pussy mound. His eyes continued to stare into her's
and as she looked up, she felt held there, her own eyes unable to pull away as
his fingers began to rub up and down over her cunt.
Part Two
Her breathing came faster and faster and her body experienced a different
kind of heat. Joe's fingers slid into her body, pumping slowly as his big rough
thumb rubbed back and forth across her clit. Mandy whined in protest, but held
unmoving, her fearful eyes staring up into Joe's hard angry ones.
At first, she wasn't even aware of her awakened arousal. For despite her
many sexual encounters, Mandy had had an orgasm only once. That was with a
woman high school teacher when she was fourteen. The woman had put her mouth
down there and a feeling of such overwhelming pleasure had come over Mandy that
it had frightened her.
She'd never allowed another woman's hands on her since then, for fear
that she was in fact a homosexual, which, according to societies dictates,
would have made her something less than perfect. Her trysts with men had been a
cold sort of thing.
Mostly she just laid there and let them do as they wanted, a necessary
evil for her to achieve something or other. She had moaned and groaned at the
appropriate times, but seldom felt even an inkling of excitement herself. Her
body was a tool to be used and admired, nothing else.
Most of her encounters in fact, had ended before actual intercourse.
Mandy was skilled in overexciting me and then bringing them off either by hand
or, if absolutely necessary, but mouth. She had only "gone all the way" half a
dozen times, none of which had lasted more than a few minutes.
Now, the unaccustomed feelings coming from her crotch, combined with her
flustered and fearful confusion towards Joe's confrontation and rudeness, left
her in a floundering mental daze.
She half leaned, half sat back against the table, her legs slightly
spread and her body bent back. Joe's hand continued to work away at her groin,
which was responding with a tremendous wave of hot, tingling pleasure.
"Like that. Don't you baby?" he hissed, his lips pulled back into a
snide, ugly smile.
He thrust his fingers harder and faster inside her now moist hot little
pussy chamber. His thumb pressed down hard on her clitty, rasping across it
with intense pressure.
Mandy was trembling and shaking, her body gripped by confusion and a
sensual passion she did not know how to deal with. All she could do was
continue to stare at Joe's face as his hand rubbed and pumped and squeezed down
inside her shorts.
Then he growled, his left hand going behind her head and gripping a thick
chunk of pink hair tightly. He jerked her head to one side, making her cry out,
the cry, a low bird like chirp of confusion and fear. His mouth came down on
her's, which was open anyway.
His tongue shot inside, rasping and whirling within her oral cavity. He
held her tight against him, his hand rubbing roughly away at her crotch, his
body pressing her's back against the table. The kiss was long, endless, when he
withdrew, Mandy gasped, her chest heaving as she sought to draw breath.
Her eyes were wide and staring still as he pulled his hands free, grabbed
the center of her tied blouse and tore it open, letting her hard swollen
breasts drop out. His hands immediately captured them, cupping them from
beneath, holding them up as his fingers kneaded the gleaming moist flesh.
His mouth descended, his lips sliding across her left nipple, then
seizing, locking onto it. He chewed the nub as he sucked it into his mouth.
Mandy moaned, a high pitched sound of bewilderment and negation. Joe drew his
lips out, sucking the firm pink flesh.
Her nipple lengthened and expanded as it hardened, his lips enfolded the
long stiff little bud as he grinded them softly from side to side. He pulled
away, then turned his attention to her right breast, her nipple, already hard
and elongated, seemed to burn as his mouth enfolded it, and Mandy gave a
shuddering moan.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
Joe buried his face between her fat meaty mounds, squashing them in
together from either side. His face rubbed up and down, then slid up along her
throat, chewing an sucking until his lips locked on her's again. He held her
tightly, his crotch grinding into her's.
His hand once again found her hair, twisting her head up and back for his
lips. His right hand moved down and unzipped her shorts, then shoved, letting
them fall to her ankles. Clad only in her thin silky bikini panties, Mandy
found her legs unconsciously spreading.
Joe's hand slid inside, his fingers penetrating her sopping pussy, his
thumb rubbing ruthlessly up and down on her hard clit. Mandy's groin humped
against him as her body responded against her will. Her breathing was coming in
short, harsh straining gasps.
She felt her body burning with a fiery heat. It was centered at her
crotch and getting worse and worse. She was losing control of her muscles as
her legs became weak and wobbly and her body trembled and shook alarmingly.
Then a roaring blast of hot blistering pleasure roared through her body,
like an inferno it seemed to consume her very flesh as she convulsed in
quivering, shuddering climax. Her hips humped out and down against Joe's sticky
wet thrusting fingers and her legs parted widely, her body sitting back further
on the table and her chest shoving out and up as her back arched.
Joe held tightly to her hair, fighting her body's jerking, humping,
shaking contortions as he stared down at her gaping sightless face with deep
satisfaction.
As her orgasm ended and her shaking subsided, he grabbed the panties and
tore them right off, hurling them into a far corner. He shoved the girl back
against the table until she lost her balance and fell back on it. His hands
gripped her calfs, shoving her legs wide, wide apart until her thighs ached
with pain, the tendons strained alarmingly.
"Now you look good." he leered. "Now you're in the proper position." He
abandoned her legs, his hands going to his own shorts. "I'm gonna give you that
ride you been asking for, sweetheart." he grunted, taking his raging erection
out and pointing it at her gleaming wet cunt crack.
Mandy laid exhausted, her chest heaving. She stared up at him, her mouth
gaping, her eyes wide. She didn't know what was happening to her, or even why.
She watched as if in slow motion as Joe's big red cock moved closer and closer
to her crotch.
Then she felt it, felt it wet and rubbery and yet still hard as iron as
it pierced her oily cuntlips and pushed into her sodden cunt tunnel. Almost
instantly it reignited her arousal. She felt her cunt expand to take in the
intruder, then clamp down hard, drawing it further inside.
It was bigger than most of the cocks she'd known, but her pussy had
little difficulty accommodating it. Joe's hands came down on her legs, holding
them wide, almost parallel to the table edge as he stuffed his hot fuck tool,
balls deep into the twitching, shivering little pink haired teenager.
He jammed it in hard, then tore it back out and slammed it in again. A
good hard ride he had promised and a good hard ride she would get. He used full
steady strokes, but sent them hammering down into her body with bruising
impact.
His hips slammed into her spread thighs and buttocks with a meaty slap
and a protesting creak from the table legs. His cock was a blurring piston as
it rutted into the bewildered girl. Wave after wave of intense sexual fever
washed over her, rendering her helpless and stunned.
When Joe let go of her legs to fasten his iron fingered hands around her
meat swollen tit mounds, the force of his grip sent shock waves hurtling
through her chest. It was as if her tits were bags of bubbling hot boiling
sexual water and his hands had squeezed them flat, sending the liquid shooting
into her body where it burned with maddening and agonized fervour.
Her body quaked, then rocked, her ass bounced up off the table without
her willing it, then did it a second time. Her hands, resting on the table
above her head, flopped and jerked and trembled, then her back arched with
terrible force and she cried out in ecstatic release.
A loud groan of orgasmic satisfaction drifted out of the tent, causing
the native porters to give each other knowing looks, but fortunately not
reaching as far as the girl's parents, who were listening to a Brahms'
symphony.
Mandy's head thrashed from side to side and her teeth gnashed as her body
was gripped by an electric current that refused to let go. She shook furiously,
her ass bouncing wildly on the table as Joe's hard boner continued to pound
into her sizzling cunt chute.
"Yeah! Yeah! Go for it, baby!" Joe groaned, his cock flaring and steaming
along it's entire length. His hands gripped her waist, almost completely
encircling her tiny waist. He hauled her back and forth on the table like a rag
doll, jerking her against his savage thrusts.
Then the girl's cum finally subsided. Her body's shaking eased into light
trembling and twitching. He bent forward across her, his cock screaming in
excitement as he kept pumping it to her. Then he came, his cock like a
firehouse as it jetted boiling white scum down into her exhausted, languorous
body.
He laid atop her panting, sweat covered body as they both recovered.
Neither spoke. His cock softened within her and he slid it slowly out, watching
her glistening cuntlips slowly close together once more. He reeled back a pace,
his shaking hands pulling his spent cock back inside his pants and fastening
them together.
He shook his head, then looked down at the girl, lying there in a
semi-conscious daze, and staggered out of the tent. Mandy laid atop the table
for long minutes, her legs still spread wide as the furnace between her them
slowly cooled.
She raised her head wearily and looked around, then blinked slowly and
with a groan, pulled her legs together and sat up. She shoved herself to a
sitting position on the table, then eased off, almost falling as her rubbery
legs failed to support her properly.
She was in a state of shock, her body and mind still staggered by the
events they'd just experienced. It had been the first orgasm she'd experienced
except by her own hand since fourteen. It was certainly by far the most
powerful.
As her mind cleared it turned more and more to how it had happened. How
had she let that... that... that animal turn her body into his own personal
plaything? The kind of man that attracted her was smaller, handsomer, well...
prettier, she thought. She'd never liked the rough tough jock type.
How was it then that her body had responded to him as it had? She blushed
as she remembered how she'd cum with his hand down her panties, rubbing her off
like that. How humiliating! How could she!? She wobbled across the canvas floor
to her bed and practically fell in.
She was mortified! How could she possibly face the man in the morning? It
must have been the heat, she decided. The heat and boredom and some kind of
weird animal reflex on account of her being in the jungle like this. It wasn't
her fault at all.
The next morning, Joe expected a change in personality. He was surprised
and angered when it didn't turn out. His pleasant greeting was greeted by a
turned up nose and a sniff of disdain. Mandy was intent on pretending last
night had never happened.
"Sleep well?" he asked, slightly chastened.
"That is certainly none of your business, MISTER Steel," she said,
contempt lacing every word.
"What's with you?"
"If I want to converse with you, which I doubt, I'll let you know." She
sniffed, walking away. He glared after her in confusion.
Mandy tromped off into the bushes, her hands deep in the pockets of her
knee length pink pants. Her bikini top was slightly too small for her perfect
breasts, but then, all her tops were slightly too small. She glared around her,
still upset by last night, and still not able to understand it.
She heard water and shifted direction towards it. A minute later, she
came out on the bank of a swiftly moving river. She sat down on a stone and
took off her shoes, dangling her feet in the water as she pondered the weakness
her body had displayed.
Perhaps it wasn't her body at all, she thought. A man like that probably
haunted whore houses and such. He must be greatly experienced in such things,
though she would have thought he'd have been little better than a boorish
slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am type.
She heard a strange sound and turned. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped
in surprise and fear. A fat, round Black face stared back at her from a foot
away. His eyes were equally wide as he beheld the strange looking beauty.
She screamed. He scrunched up his face and then put his hand over her
mouth to stop it. His strong hands easily fended off her weak shoves and slaps
and a quirky smile appeared on his face, then he scooped her up and carried her
several yards upstream to his canoe.
He shoved the squirming girl down into the canoe, and with the speed and
precision of a rodeo cowboy, had her hands behind her and bound tightly to her
ankles within seconds. That done, he shoved the canoe out into the fast flowing
water and paddled out into the center of the river.
The canoe raced downstream as Mandy squirmed around onto her side and
gazed up at him. He was a nightmare come true. He wore only a loincloth, and
his dark Black skin gleamed in the sun. A bracelet of some kind was around his
upper arm, and another around his ankles. He wore no shoes and his feet were
enormous.
Mandy wondered if she were to be eaten. He looked like the old pictures
in the National Geographic she'd had to look at in Geography class. What was
worse, sitting beside him in the handmade canoe, was a small axe and a bow. A
knife was stuck into the side of his loincloth's belt.
Mandy quivered in fear, praying someone would rescue her before this
savage cooked her for dinner or chopped off her head.
For his part, Mbinga, a member of the Bantu tribe, was more amused than
anything. He'd never heard of a race that had pink hair before. In fact, he'd
never even heard of the color pink.
Downstream was the rest of his hunting party and he was anticipating
their own amusement and astonishment when he presented this strange looking
female.
Joe was the first to arrive at the riverbank. He couldn't see any sign of
Mandy, and first feared the idiot girl had fallen into the fast moving water
and been carried away, then his eyes scanned the bank and saw the outline left
by the canoe. He hastened over and examined the big footprints.
He took off his hat and wiped the sweat off his brows as the jungle
resounded to the trampling sounds of the Taylors and some of the drivers. They
were gonna love this, he thought with resignation. He turned and looked
downstream. Well, that little girl is sure gonna get a lot of fucking now,
whether she liked it or not.
He was more remorseful that it wouldn't be him doing it than that she'd
get her little hole plugged. He had little fear for her life. The Bantu who
inhabited this area might not be exactly civilized but they wouldn't kill
anything as harmless as the pink haired teenager.
"What's going on!? Where's my daughter?" Charles cried as he burst
through the bushes. Joe through out an arm and caught the man just before he
fell into the river, dragging him back out from the waist deep water at once.
"Don't wanna be goin' in there, Mister Taylor. There's some pretty nasty
types live in this water."
"Where's Mandy?" Lucy cried, arriving in front of several of the Black
drivers.
"I'm afraid Mandy has gone for a little ride." He sighed. And I'm the one
who's gonna have to go and fetch her back, he cursed inwardly. Silly little
twat!
Mandy's wrists were pinched tightly by the thin vines. Her shoulders
ached from having her arms pulled so tightly back, and her hands were starting
to go numb. Her ankles were in no better condition. The savage had tied her
very tightly and efficiently.
Her clothes were soon soaked with river water, for the canoe, though well
made for it's type, was not waterproof and an inch or so of water was always in
the bottom.
Twenty minutes of paddling through the fast current landed the canoe in a
small lake. The far bank held half a dozen canoes and Mbinga paddled across to
them, calling out in the shrill sing-song greeting of the Bantu. There were
answering calls from the eight men on the bank who were drying fish and
skinning a boar.
Mbinga brought the canoe up against the bank, then jumped out and pulled
it up after him. "Come see. Come see." he called excitedly. The others walked
over to him as he lifted Mandy from the canoe and tossed her carelessly on the
wet sand.
"What is this?" Contaw demanded, frowning.
"I found this strange looking female sitting alone by the river."
"Alone? A female?"
"She must have been banished from her tribe." Mbinga said.
"With hair like that, it is no wonder." Verwinti sniffed.
"What color is that, anyway?" Niyou asked.
"I do not know. I have never seen it's like."
"Perhaps she is marked by the Gods."
"Or the devil." another suggested.
"All females are marked by the devil."
There were knowing nods from most of the men at that. Counta's woman had
cheated on him and bore him another's son.
"What do we do with it?" Niyou wondered.
"Are you sure it's female?"
"Of course it's female. Look at it's mammaries there," he responded,
indignantly..
Counta pulled out his knife and carefully slit the vines binding the
woman's wrists and legs together. He slid a hand under her right arm and hauled
her erect, where she stood trembling and staring at them.
"What if she is a witch?" Niyou hissed. There were murmurs of worry and
several made a warding sign against the devil. They stepped back from the girl,
who's head kept whipping from side to side, staring at them all.
"Red is the color of witches," someone said!
"She is not red she is White."
"Her hair. Her hair is red!"
"That is not red."
"What is it if not red?"
"If she were a witch she would not allow Mbinga to capture her."
"Perhaps she wants us to bring her back to the village so she can
ensorcel us all."
There were more warding gestures.
"I am sure she is not a witch," Mbinga said indignantly.
"We should leave her."
"But if she is a cast out female she will die."
"Let her."
"That is not an honourable thing to say."
"We can not take the chance."
"There is no chance in it." Mbinga said. "I will prove that she is no
witch right here."
"How? You mean..."
"I will make use of her the way a man uses a woman. No witch can stand
that for she would lose her powers."
"She will not let you." Banga said, making more warding signs.
"I tell you she is not witch." Mbinga said. He moved against the girl and
before she could react, tore her bra top in half. Mandy squealed and closed her
arms over her breasts, trying to back away.
"Watch out Mbinga." someone warned.
Mbinga twisted the female around and held her arm firmly, his hand
reached for the strange garments she wore on her hips and pulled downwards.
The easily slid down over her well rounded hips. Mbinga paused a moment
to admire the perfect tone of her White buttocks, then grabbed the shorts and
pulled, causing the female to fall on her back as he jerked them up and off.
"She is calling out a spell!"
The others moved further back, except Randow who was braver than most.
"At least bind her so we might survive." Banga cried.
Mandy screamed and begged them to let her go, but they either ignored her
or seemed to not understand. One of the natives stripped her naked and tossed
her onto the ground. They were in a low clearing with dirt and a slight stubble
of grass beneath her.
The two natives who hadn't backed off pulled her wrists to the ground.
One of them held her right hand down while another picked up a rock and a foot
long stick. Mandy screamed again, fearing they were about to drive it through
her hand.
Instead the stake was driven deep into the ground. The second native tied
a vine tightly around her wrist, then tied it to the vine. This was repeated
with her other wrist, and her ankles, until Mandy was spreadeagled and tied
securely, hardly able to move a limb.
"Look. Her hair is a different color between her legs!"
"Surely that means she is a devil."
"I am not worried." Mbinga said, for he had once lived in the city and
did not believe in witches any longer. He pulled off his loincloth and pulled
on his long flaccid penis, watching the female struggling uselessly against the
bindings.
She was not particularly attractive, though her hips were decently round
and her breasts could feed many sons. He considered her too skinny though. The
most attractive thing about her was her smooth unblemished flesh. For despite
varying skin tones, he had never seen anyone with such pure and flawless skin.
He skinned his fist up and down on his organ, squeezing his fingers
tightly. His eyes slid up and down the female's body, admiring the perfection
of the ivory skin. He knelt beside her, still rubbing on his organ. His other
hand moved to her groin and squeezed. It certainly felt like a true woman's.
Mandy's arms and legs pulled frantically at the tight vines, despite the
pain it caused her bare wrists and ankles. Her eyes were wild and terrified as
the savage knelt beside her and then began pawing at her crotch.
She let out a sob of defeat as his hand squeezed her crotch, then slid
slowly up and down her body, caressing her smooth flat belly, then the skin of
her chest above and between her breasts. Finally his hand rolled up and down
over her upthrust breasts, pausing atop each little hillock to fondle her
nipples.
Her eyes kept flicking from his hand on her skin, his skin rougher even
than that pig from last night, and his prick, which was rapidly hardening under
his flicking fingers. Then he let go of it and positioned himself between her
legs, falling forward on top of the hapless girl.
She groaned in disgust and revulsion, feeling his hard, sun baked flesh
atop her's. His skin was coarse and rough as it pressed down on her firm
rounded breasts, irritating them and rasping across her twin nipples. His cock
was a hard bone like thing pressed against her belly.
Then the man jerked up on one elbow and grabbed his cock. He pressed the
uncircumcised head against her cunt. Mandy was terrified of it. She had never
seen or heard of an uncircumcised cock before and thought it must be some kind
of mutant thing, as if the man wasn't even human.
It pushed against her cuntlips like a normal cock though, and she felt
her lips yield under it's unrelenting pressure. It moved inside her body as she
jerked against the vines once more, helpless and sobbing in misery and fear.
The cock pushed down deeper and deeper despite her tight squeezing of her
pussy muscles. It rasped hard against her tight dry cunt as it moved in,
bringing pain to her shaking body.
The man grunted and threw his hips forward, jamming another several
inches of cock meat up into her belly. Mandy gave up resisting, she wept and
let her head fall back, staring up at the sky as the man drove his cock fully
into her body, his balls pressing against the underside of her buttocks as he
sighed and rested atop her.
He pulled back almost immediately, then began a quick, forceful rutting
against her crotch. Mandy grunted in pain as his long cock slid back and forth
inside her pussy tunnel. The sky above gradually began to blot out as the other
natives moved forward, somewhat reassured now that she was no danger, now that
Mbinga had deflowered her.
They watched intently, making sure it could not be some trick. Their eyes
followed Mbinga's organ as it moved back and forth, sliding in and out of the
female's love hole.
Mandy's breath was harsh and uneven as she slowed her sobbing. Her eyes
were watery with tears and saw everything blurry. Her ankles ached as the
native raping her threw his hips against her crotch with a flurry of very hard
thrusts, slamming her small, light body upwards against the bindings on her
ankles.
Then he grunted in pleasure and came inside her. Mandy was as horrified
as most women would have been if a dog or pig had cum inside her. She imagined
the foul wet stuff burning away inside her belly, like some terrible acid.
"You see. I told you." Mbinga sighed.
"I will try and see." Niyou said.
"You do not think she could still be a witch." Mbinga accused.
"No." Niyou grinned. "But if you are going to sell her, I should find out
how she rides first."
There were several laughs, though several men still looked worriedly.
Niyou knelt between the female's legs, his own organ already hard.
Mandy groaned in dismay as the second native climbed on top of her. She
watched dully as his fat cock pushed against her pussy and then drove inside.
This one was much more eager than the first. His hands roved across her body,
squeezing and caressing her skin.
His hands folded atop her breasts as he held himself fully inside her,
and he began to fondle them roughly, then his mouth bent and he kissed her on
the lips. Mandy almost threw up in disgust. She closed her teeth and lips
tightly and turned her head away.
The native grabbed her pink hair, a move that brought ooohs of worry from
some of the men watching. He held her head tightly and kissed her again,
preventing her from shifting aside. Still, her lips and teeth remained tightly
closed.
He cursed and backhanded her, knocking her head to one side. The Bantu
did not tolerate defiance in women and certainly not in captured slaves, which
was what Mandy was for the moment. He slapped her in the other direction, then
backhanded her again.
She surrendered with a woeful sob and her mouth opened. Niyou's lips
closed against her's and his tongue shot into her mouth. His hands slipped
under her and clutched her round buttocks his nails sliding deeply into the
tender, malleable flesh.
He resumed his wild pumping, his cock pounding in and out of her cunt
tube so hard that her body was half lifted with each stroke. Mandy felt strange
tastes in her mouth and wondered what manner of awful thing the savage ate.
Her cunt ached from the ferocious assault of his hammering cock tool. Her
ass flesh was being squeezed and kneaded as he hauled her up against his
downward thrusts. He humped against her fiercely, now raising up his chest and
howling in glee. His body was arching backwards as his cock slammed deep into
Mandy's body and spewed out it's load of hot white semen.
"Her love tunnel feels almost unused." he gasped to the others. "It is
amazingly tight on my manhood."
Most of the women in the Bantu were heavy and their pussies were
consequently larger than the comparatively skinny girl now staked out on the
grass.
The next native tore off his loincloth and dropped between her legs.
Again, a hot male organ was driven deep into Mandy's body and the humping
renewed. She closed her eyes, tears spilling down the sides of her face as she
was raped for the third time.
The sun blazed down overhead on the lewd and carnal scene, as one after
the other, each of the nine men present got on top of the skinny White girl and
used her body for their own pleasures. Mbinga then used her for a second time,
to restate his ownership of her.
Finally, all were satisfied. They were satisfied not just in their lusts,
but that the female was no threat. No witch could have any power after being
ridden so hard by so many Bantu men.
Mandy's arms and wrists were cut loose and the weary, miserable girl was
hauled to her wobbly feet. Her hands were bound behind her once more, but her
feet remained free as the natives put her aboard one of the canoes and set off
down the river again.
Part Three
Joe knelt and stared at the tracks in front of him. It had taken more
than two days to get a motorboat and then find where the Bantu had come out of
the river, and now all it showed was that they'd gone back in again soon after.
He glared at the tracks in frustration.
Actually, the signs told more than just that. The stakes were still in
the ground, and part of the vines were still attached. It didn't take a great
deal of imagination to guess what had been tied down like that and why.
He let out a cold smile. He kind of wished he'd been there to see it. He
was willing to be the little bitch had gone nuts. He sighed again and walked
back to the boat, waving the pilot to start up again. He hadn't brought a lot
of men. He knew he wouldn't have to take Mandy back by force.
The Bantu sold their captives and he had more than enough to outbid
anyone else for her, at least, anyone among the tribe. The motorboat eased back
into the river and then shot forward.
He cursed again, how was he even supposed to find the proper village
anyway? There were scores of Bantu villages around here. He just hoped he got
her before she was pregnant. If that happened and the Bantu became aware of it
they wouldn't part with her until the brat was dropped.
After two more hours on the river, the canoes slowly pulled ashore. There
were a number of other canoes there and the natives pulled out all their canoes
and rested them alongside the others. None of the vessels belonged to any one
village, they were shared by those who happened to want them at a particular
time on a first-come-first-served basis.
After overturning the canoes, they set out down a narrow trail that
became almost imperceptible after a hundred paces. Mandy was dragged along
behind them, still completely naked and her wrists still tied behind her.
Mbinga tied a long vine around her throat and led her behind him exactly
as if she were a goat. A goat however, would have been much more sure footed.
Mandy had difficulty almost from the start. The natives set off on a
natural pace that ate up the miles rapidly. For her it was almost impossible to
keep up. Another problem was her bare feet. The natives had no need of shoes.
Their soles were hardened from years of walking.
Mandy kept stepping on rocks and pebbles and sharp twigs. She hopped and
whined and cried out in soreness. Mbinga kept tugging on the rope to encourage
her onward but she kept falling in pain. Finally the column stopped and Mbinga
went back in exasperation to examine her feet.
One examination told him that her feet were like the soft city people. He
could not understand this since she hadn't been wearing any footwear when he'd
captured her. Nevertheless, he hauled out a long strip of hide and bound it
around her right foot, doing the same with the other.
They set off again, her feet now somewhat protected. Still, Mandy kept
falling back. She was panting exhaustedly within a few minutes and dragging
back on the vine. Mbinga glared back in irritation, then handed the line to
Cowqe.
Cowqe pulled the female on while Mbinga drifted back behind her. He
picked up a light stick a feet long from the bush and began smacking it down on
her round ass cheeks whenever it looked like she was lagging behind. Each
whack produced a satisfying burst of speed, as well as a yelp of pain. The
stick would not damage her perfect skin, for he knew that would be the main
selling point of this girl, that and her tight love hole. The girl fell back
again and he whipped the cane across her ass again, making her cry out and run
faster.
Mandy would have wept in misery but she had no breath for it. Her chest
burned and ached as she trotted along behind the natives. Every time she slowed
the one behind slashed his hard stick against her behind. She yelped again as
the stick descended.
She was getting dizzy and lightheaded as her pain numbed body neared the
end of it's resources. No matter what Mbinga did she would have to slow down.
Mbinga slapped at her behind again, then again and again, and again, soon
making the entire area red with pain and soreness. The girl kept yelping, yet
did not increase speed significantly and then not at all. In fact she was
slowing down further. Mbinga growled and whipped her harder.
Mandy gave a final panting gasp and fell forward into the grass. The
natives halted and Mbinga came up to stand over her frowning. She would not
bring such a good price if she were indeed this weak. He reached down and
grabbed her by her long thick hair and jerked her up to her knees, holding her
there despite her best efforts to collapse.
"It is no use. We will have to wait for her to rest." He told the others.
"But we have long to go, Mbinga."
"We can not rest this soon, else it will take us days to reach home."
"Then we must carry her." Mbinga shrugged.
"Only if we share in her price."
He frowned angrily, then tugged viciously on the vine, making the
sweating girl choke briefly.
"All right then." he agreed, sullenly, all his visions of profits tainted
by the weakness of this female.
Niyou and Counta chopped down a tall bamboo and skinned it quickly, as
Mbinga and Contaw rebound her wrists and ankles in front of her. The pole,
about eight feet long, was then thrust between her arms and legs. Mbinga and
Counta took the first shift, lifting her off the ground and setting the pole on
their shoulders.
They set out once again, Mandy bouncing beneath the pole, her wrists and
ankles burning with pain as her weight hung suspended from them. They ignored
her complaints, continuing their unhurried, ground eating pace for long hours.
Mandy gradually lost the feeling in her wrists and ankles and a numbness
set in around them. He head bounced and jerked as she moved through the
grasses, her tangled hair sometimes covering her face completely. She fell in
and out of consciousness, her body utterly drained by the day's events.
Then the natives cut across a miles wide grassland. Mandy's body, carried
along only a foot or so above the ground, slid through a near continuous wave
of tall grasses. They slid like coarse feathers against her upper thighs and
buttocks, then downward across her cunt, and down off her as she passed over
them.
Her ass felt as if an endless revolving brush was rubbing across her
entire nether area. Her cunt, peering out from between her legs, was especially
sensitive to the continuous sliding caress of the grasses. It began to tingle
at the light massage.
Slowly, with Mandy totally unaware of it, her body became aroused. Her
mind, what was left conscious of it, was too caught up in her own misery to
even notice. Still, her cunt soon sizzled and burned and itched with need,
providing yet another source of profound aching in her young body.
The tingling grew greater and greater, the raping caress of the grasses
making her ass jerk and tremble instinctively. She needed something, needed
relief, needed something more than these light constant, endless rubbing
stalks.
She moaned, then moaned louder. Her delirious body jerked and jumped on
the pole. Her eyes fluttered open and closed and she whined in seeming pain.
The two natives carrying her stopped, calling to their comrades. They set her
down and peered at her uncertainly, wondering what was the matter.
Mbinga hurried back, glaring down at the woman and beginning to wish he'd
never taken her. "What is the matter with her now?" he sighed. They pulled the
pole free from her, leaving her on her back. The girl's eyes were closed and
she gave no sign of the source of her pain.
"Perhaps the bindings are too tight." Niyou ventured.
Then the girl's bound hands slid downward into her crotch. Instantly her
behind humped upward against her hands and her fingers pushed into her love
hole. The watching men stared in amazement. "What is she doing?" Rayogh
wondered.
Mbinga knelt beside her and pulled her hands away, jamming his own
between her crotch. Again, she shot her behind upward, arching her back and
moaning loudly. His hand came away sopping wet. He held it up to the others
with astonishment and happiness. This sign of her heat would definitely
increase her price.
"She needs a man's organ in her hole." he said.
"That is a wondrous thing indeed." Ghougumba said, shaking his head.
"Perhaps it is this way with these people." Niyou said. "Perhaps their
females need a man's organ every few hours or else are in pain."
"I envy their men." Counta said, causing laughter.
"Well, I will take care of her." Mbinga said.
"I will help if you like." Niyou said.
"I am sure I can sate her fires." Mbinga replied with dignity.
He turned the girl over onto her belly and hauled her up off the ground
so she was kneeling on all fours. Her arms promptly gave way and her head and
shoulders sank back to the ground. Mbinga knelt behind her and brought his
organ out from his loincloth.
He didn't bother to undo her wrists, but cut away the bindings on her
ankles and spread her legs apart. Now her knees started to give way. His hands
slid around her waist and held her steady for a moment, then, holding her with
one arm, he used his other hand to place his organ against her tight and very
wet love hole.
He replaced his grip on the female's waist, then thrust forward hard. The
girl yowled like a kicked dog. her head shot up and her back arched and then
she shuddered all over. Before the startled Mbinga could move she began rutting
furiously back against his organ, humping her ass with a bizarre desperation.
He began to respond in kind, pounding his groin against her behind with
eager desire. Her love hole sucked and slurped at his organ more than any he
had ever plumbed. He could not withhold his white love juice from her as his
body shook and she sucked out all of his seed.
Counta moved in at once and he sheathed his own organ in her spasming
love hole. He humped like a mad dog, shooting off inside her in seconds before
being replaced by Niyou. He took her with long, hard thrusts that drove her
from her knees.
His big hands kept hauling her back up to meet his strokes and all there
saw the White female's body tremble all over once again as grunts of pleasure
came from her pretty lips.
The tribesmen continued to sheath their sabres in the girl long after her
body spent itself and knelt, then laid unmoving. Finally, they lifted her on
the poles again and carried her a few more miles before camping for the night
by a stream.
Joe had finally found where they'd come out of the river, at the communal
fishing point for the long neck bands. That was some help but not much. There
were over fifty separate villages on that side of the Reboogie river that made
use of this spot.
He was forced to wander inland, instantly losing their trail amongst the
scores of others that had wandered up and down here in the past two days. There
was nothing he could do but visit each of the villages and hope that she was in
one of the closer ones.
If she wasn't then he was in trouble. The further villages were much more
war like. They had to be for they vied with the Pouta tribes in that area. The
Pouta tribes were extremely dangerous, especially to White men.
He moved down the trail, accompanied by his three bearers. He knew
though, that they'd abandon him if they came close to the Pouta areas. None
wished to be eviscerated by the angry tribes of the north.
It was night. The sound of crickets and other night insects filled the
air. The tribesmen knew the insects as their friends, their guards through the
night. For if ought approached the insects would cease their song to tell them
of danger.
The sat quietly around their small fire, speaking in low voices. Some ate
quietly, gulping down tough pieces of dried meat. In a corner, Mandy sat,
propped against a tree. She was conscious now, though not greatly alert. Her
wrists were bound behind the tree and her head lolled forward.
She shivered with cold for the air had chilled with the loss of light.
Her dull eyes gazed bleakly around at the savages sprawled about her and she
started to wonder not if, but whether she would ever return home. She wept
silently, feeling immensely sorry for herself and cursing everyone and
everything that had brought her to this place.
Her dreams were filled with big barbarous Black savages and their immense
prongs.
The tribesmen woke before dawn and began making preparations for the
continued journey. They ate lightly and relieved themselves away from the camp.
Mandy was cut loose and placed on her hands and knees, then several of the
tribesmen took her... casually, though with pleasure.
Her hands were bound behind her and the vine attached to her throat
again. Then they all set out. Mandy's legs ached ferociously, and were
unbearably stiff. But under the continued pressure of the rope around her neck,
they soon heated and became more limber.
She jogged behind the natives, keeping up at first. After ten or fifteen
minutes though, she began falling behind. Mbinga began lashing her behind with
a cane which sped her up for a while, but finally she collapsed like the
previous day and they were forced to carry her again.
The Bantu were not cruel without reason, and, not wanting to cause the
woman any unnecessary pain, stopped and took her at regular intervals. They
were pleased that this seemed to work so well.
Several hours into their journey the Bantu slowed, becoming more
cautious. They removed their bows from around their shoulders and held arrows
to them as they moved through the grass. Their voices became mere whispers as
they moved along.
Mandy hardly noticed this however as she had become numbed by the long
journey and repeated rapes. Every portion of her anatomy ached terribly and her
brain reeled with despair.
Early that evening, they finally came into the tribe's territory. The men
hailed guards and minutes later, jogged into the brightly lit village. Mandy
was set down with the other parcels and packages as the men greeted wives and
comrades.
She looked around dully, then became more alert. After two days naked in
the company of the small hunting group she'd become accustomed to it. Now
though, scores of men women and children crowded around, all chattering gaily
and staring at her.
She covered her nudity as best she could, her skin reddening in
humiliation. A number of the people were pointing at her and chattering. A
small child rushed forward and poked her with a stick before being chased away
by Mbinga.
She was carried into a hut and deposited on the dirt floor. There she
waited in the dark for some time before a native woman, a fat thing with huge
hanging breasts and a kind of skirt around her waist, came in and shoved a bowl
of some unidentifiable substance into her hands.
She looked at it worriedly and the woman made eating sounds and lifted
her hands in an obvious pantomime that Mandy she eat the stuff. It was hard to
see it in the dark of the hut but it smelled good. She brought it to her lips
and began to slurp it down.
Satisfied, the woman left. Mandy finished the stuff, which was
surprisingly filling, and rolled onto her side, eventually falling asleep.
"I tell you it isn't that dangerous." Joe glared.
"No go, Boss man. No go." the man shook his head firmly. Joe sighed and
nodded. It would be pointless to try and argue any more. The men dumped his
things and started back down the trail.
He picked up the necessities, including his 30-30 with the scope and the
little Uzi submachine gun, neither of which he hoped he'd need. He loaded on
extra ammo and rations, a change of clothes and a few other things, then
started uphill.
Within minutes he'd left the impaled skull that had been left as a
warning far behind. He found himself panting and cursed under his breath,
trying to ease the sound of his breathing.
He reached the top and started along a very faint trail, hoping he didn't
run into the fellows who'd made it. Out in this part of the jungle the Bantu,
just like the Pouta, would kill anyone they ran across before even stopping to
see who it was.
He made decent time the first several hours, but then had to slow down to
move more quietly. Every now and then he stopped when he heard some
unidentified noise, then moved forward more carefully. By nightfall he'd made
only a half dozen miles.
He climbed a tall tree and tied himself to a branch, spending an uneasy
night up there. When he got that little bitch back, she was gonna owe him a
good hard ride, that was for sure.
The animals wakened with the brightening sky and so did the tribesmen and
women. The little village bustled with movement as the women hurried out to
take care of the animals and cook the morning meal. Mandy was visited once more
by the big fat faced woman who gave her some gooey substance on a thick chunk
of leaves and insisted she eat it.
That done, her hands and legs were untied and the big woman hauled her
out of the hut and through the early morning bustle. Mandy tried to cover her
nudity with her hands but the big woman had ahold of her left so she only had
her right, which she held over her right breast, her hand in front of her
pussy.
She was led down to a stream where several other big women waited. The
big woman with her waded out into the stream, dragging Mandy behind her. When
they were waist deep, she shoved down on Mandy's head, submersing her in the
water.
Mandy surfaced with a spray of water, coughing the water out of her
mouth. Three women surrounded her and began to rub at her body with coarse
weeds. She protested weakly, trying to draw away but they treated her as if she
were a baby that needed washing, and did so.
The weeds were coated with a soapy goo they'd made and soon had her skin
tingling and stinging as they rasped roughly across. They soaped up her hair
and face and between her legs without a trace of bother at touching another
woman's private parts.
When they were finished they dunked her underwater several times and then
hauled her ashore. The first big woman led the sputtering teenager up the low
hill to the village and then sat her down on a small stool outside a hut.
A coarse comb soon ran through her hair as the woman brought the tangled
mess to semblance of order. A chastened Mandy bore the pulling of the comb
bravely, hardly yelling at all. When it was done the woman beamed at her,
pointed a finger at her and said something, which Mandy took to mean, "Wait
here."
She sat there wet and naked, holding her arms across her chest and her
legs tight together, for almost an hour. Then Mbinga came for her. He pulled
her to her feet and then walked around, inspecting her. He nodded, pleased, for
the journey had left no mark on her flawless skin.
He pulled her by the arm out into the center of the village. Mandy had no
choice but to go along. In the center of the village was a round platform of
sorts. It was made of wood and about a foot high. In the middle of it were to
thick poles, placed several feet apart.
Each was over eight feet tall, and a third, horizontal pole was lashed
across their tops forming a crude frame. This frame was usually used to hang
especially big animals that a brace hunter had killed, so the tribe could
admire them.
Now it was Mandy that was lashed between the poles. Her arms were pulled
high above her and tied to either pole so that she was standing absolutely
erect. Then, despite her abject protests, her legs were also pulled apart and
lashed to the poles.
She was thus bound very tightly in the shape of an X, and left there.
Mbinga wanted her displayed in such a way that she could be easily examined.
Crowds of people came close and examined her as Mbinga called out to them that
she would be sold in one half hour.
The people were amazed at her strange hair coloring, though Mbinga
allayed their fears by assuring them that if she ever was a witch, she couldn't
be now. He also confided to them about her especially tight love hole, and
stroked her skin as he pointed out how perfect and unblemished it was.
Numerous villagers came up next to her and slid their hands over her
body, marvelling at it's smooth soft texture and pale ivory tone. Prospective
buyers squeezed her breasts and felt between her legs, making sure all her
parts were intact. Several also forced her mouth open and inspected her teeth.
Mandy gazed around in terror and humiliation. This was worse than her
worse nightmare ever had been. She bit her tongue and moaned as men and women
of all ages crowded up against her naked body, fondling and caressing her.
She was afraid she was going to be subjected to some kind of mass rape
and was horrified at the number, and looks of the people who might do it. She
yelped as a big woman stuffed her thick fat finger up inside Mandy's asshole,
searching for signs of bleeding.
Never could she have imagined being so utterly degraded and abased. She
wept in shame as more and more of them crowded around her, their eyes sliding
excitedly over her nude form, their voices cackling in her ears.
After the hour was up, Mbinga began to take offers for the female.
Initially, the bids were low, as she was on the skinny side. However, when he
described how hot and tight she was inside, and how her race seemed to need sex
regularly, there was considerable more interest.
Instead of pigs, goats were offered, along with several spears and bows.
He began to think he might well profit from the weak White female, even after
splitting the cut with his hunting comrades. Then a truly deep voice spoke up
from the rear of the crowd.
Lunga had no need to push his way to the front. At seven feet tall, he
could easily see over everyone else's head. His thick, powerfully muscled frame
stood on two tree trunk sized legs that could almost outrun an elephant.
Indeed, when Lunga ran the ground rumbled like an elephant was passing.
Lunga, in fact, meant elephant in Bantu, for at birth he had been so
enormous that his mother had barely survived his parting and her love hole was
never the same. He was easily the strongest man in the village, able to lift a
water buffalo.
"Three goats." he offered. It was a wonderful offer, but then Lunga was
the wealthiest man in the village, other than the chief. His hunting skills
were extraordinary. No one sought to top his offer and Mbinga clapped his
hands, signalling the end of the bidding.
The crowd parted before Lunga who tromped up to the girl hanging on the
frame and examined her with interest. Beside him were his two wives, Churla and
Gumne, both weighed in at over two hundred pounds and both were shaking their
heads at their man's foolishness.
"She will provide you with many satisfying rides, Lunga." Mbinga said. If
she doesn't split apart, he silently added. Lunga was a man of few words. He
nodded with a low rumbling grunt. He slid his huge hand onto the girl's front,
covering her entire belly easily.
"Soft." he grunted.
"She's weak and small." Churla sighed.
"Will get stronger."
"But no bigger. She looks fully grown, if skinny."
"Feed." Lunga said.
"We'll have to feed her a cow." Gumne sniffed.
Lunga paid the no heed, as was the way of men with women in the Bantu. He
reached down and tugged on the vines holding her ankles, snapping them like
seaweed. Then he pulled on the vines holding her wrists to the poles and she
came free, dropping into his massive arms. She gazed at him in shock, her small
body held against him like a child against her mother.
Lunga held one hand under her behind and walked back to his hut with her,
his two wives trailing behind and still shaking their heads.
He carried the female into the hut and put her down on the floor, where
she nearly collapsed from weakness. Then he turned to his two wives and grunted
a demand that she be prepared for him for later. He picked up his spear then
and moved out, going off to hunt.
Churla and Ghumne gazed down at the skinny female in disgust, then sighed
and set to work. The cut the remains of the vines off her wrists and ankles and
then sat her back against the side of the hut. Churla brewed up some special
medicine that the clan long knew as a powerful aphrodisiac.
It was not for Lunga of course, since both wives knew of his enormous
sexual drive and hunger. No, Lunga's partner would need the brew to fortify
her, to convince her body to respond with all the necessary actions that would
minimize the trauma involved with mating with Lunga.
Lunga was not named after an elephant merely because of his body's size,
but because of his "trunk," as the Bantu laughingly called it. His male organ
was a source of much pride to he and his wives, being far larger than any other
man in the village possessed.
It was, had the Bantu any such measuring devices, well over a foot long
and six inches around, making it somewhat thinner than a baseball bat. Many
awed comments were made about it on the occasions when he was nude, such as the
ceremonial potency dance.
When erect it became as hard as the hardest iron and both wives had cause
to worry about whether this small framed female would survive the first
introduction to it.
Part Four
Joe knelt behind a large coconut tree as the group of Pounta warriors
moved past. He held the Uzi in his hands, almost not breathing until they had
passed. An encounter now would have made it extremely difficult to continue the
search, to say nothing of the danger to his skin.
He heaved a sigh of relief when they'd passed, then lowered the gun. Just
as he did an arrow thunked into the tree next to his head. He dove flat and
rolled, hearing several other arrows zipping past him as he rolled behind a
bush and pair of trees.
He peered through the bush, seeing nothing. Looking back at the tree, he
could see the direction the arrows had come from, just behind that set of trees
there, he decided. Then one of the bushes shook and he fired an entire clip
into the area, shaking the gun from side to side to spread out the impact area.
As soon as the clip was empty he jumped to his feet and raced back the
way he'd come along the trail. There were no sounds behind him. Even if he'd
hit one of the natives and not killed him the man would not have made a sound.
After thirty seconds, he turned and jumped as far as he could off the
trail, landing and rolling. Then he began crawling as fast as he could without
making noise. He clutched the reloaded Uzi to his chest as he moved as far from
the trail as possible.
Once out of sight of it, he jumped to his feet and struck out at an
angle, moving swiftly, but quietly. Nobody could outrun the natives of this
area, so his only hope laid in silence, in them not knowing exactly where he
was.
He cursed furiously as he moved. He was reasonably sure he'd killed a few
of the Pounta, if that was indeed them in the bushes, and that meant they'd
never stop tracking him. This was going to make it damned hard to find that
girl, unless he brought an army back here.
He heard no movement behind him, but he knew better than to take heart in
that. The Pounta wouldn't make any noise. His little jump off the trail
wouldn't fool them for more than a minute, and despite his precautions as he
moved, they would find his trail very soon.
He moved between a pair of tall trees, then stopped. He quickly reached
back and pulled a thin spool of fishing line from his pack, tying it and then
stringing it around one of the trees, through the bushes and around the other
tree trunk. He attached a grenade to either end and then raced away, knowing
they couldn't be far behind now.
He was right, less than thirty seconds after he started running there was
a loud double explosion behind him. He smiled grimly. If they hadn't heard him
running, they might have been watching the ground more carefully. Now they'd
have to slow down considerably to avoid any similar traps he left.
That gave him time, which was what he really needed. He was no slouch at
losing pursuit, and given enough space between him and his pursuers he was
reasonably sure he'd be able to lose them. The trouble was he was heading
directly away from the Bantu villages and towards the Pounta
Mandy wrinkled her face and pushed away the bowl but the old fat woman
insisted, pushing it back at her again. She'd already drank a bowl of the foul
smelling stuff and didn't want any more, but couldn't seem to get that across
to the big woman.
The heat and smell of the first bowl was already making her sick. Her
chest felt on fire and her stomach rumbled. Nevertheless, she began sipping on
the bowl, thinking forlornly about the cases of spring water in the jeeps
they'd brought.
Only after she finished the terrible stuff did the old woman let go her
hold on the bowl. She looked at Mandy curiously, her fat hand feeling Mandy's
belly, then her chest, between her breasts, then her forehead. She nodded then
moved away, saying something to the other fat woman.
The two of them Picked up another pot of something. Mandy groaned,
praying it wasn't something else she had to eat. She didn't think she could
keep anything else down. Her stomach was feeling more quivery and unsettled by
the minute.
But they didn't hold the bowl near her face, instead they turned her over
onto her hands and knees, pushing her down and holding her there, though she
didn't resist. One of the fat women took a handful of thick goo that looked
like a kind of dark honey or molasses, and rubbed it against Mandy's crotch.
Mandy was startled, but didn't move away. The fat woman rubbed her hand
up and down Mandy's pubic mound for a few seconds, then slowly thrust a finger
in between Mandy's pussy lips. Mandy tried to move away, but the other fat
woman snapped something angrily and Mandy trembled but held still.
The finger inside her pushed deep into her cunt tunnel, then wriggled
around, pressing first one side, then another, then another, then another. It
withdrew, then slid in again. It withdrew, and then two fingers were thrust
into her.
Mandy could feel her pussy oily and wet with the greasy slime she'd put
on her cuntmound. The two fingers pressed against opposite sides of her
pussylips and opened her up. Now two more fingers, then three more were placed
against her pussy mouth, all holding her cunt wide open.
She whimpered in pain as the first fat woman held her cunt wide open. The
second fat woman slapped heaping handfuls of that smelly oozing molasses stuff
against her, then began to thrust several fingers into her pussy, rubbing the
stuff into her good.
Mandy had no idea why they were doing that, in fact, she was finding it
increasingly hard to think anything coherently. Her brain was in a strange
muddle and she didn't know why. Suddenly, she giggled, then stopped, amused at
nothing in particular.
The woman behind her continued to rub her fingers in and out of her pussy
tunnel. The second woman let her cuntlips go and they closed tightly around the
second woman's three fingers, which continued to slide in and out of her cunt
tunnel.
Churla pulled her fingers free from the White girl's love tunnel and
stood up, wiping her fingers off on her skirt. She accepted a drink of retgha
from Ghumne and watched the still kneeling girl. Beneath her legs, as if she
had released it from her bowels, was a wet pile of Churla's brew. More
continued to dribble out from her love hole now that it was closed.
That was all right. Lunga would not be happy if the girl was a mess down
there. Churla gave her love hole a few minutes to push out the excess liquid,
then moved back to her. By this time, the girl was humming softly and moving
her head from side to side like an imbecile.
Churla led her a few feet away from the pile of liquid, then knelt beside
her once again. She wiped the girl's crotch dry, then began to rub her finger
up and down the little pink slit. She found the centerpiece of woman's
enjoyment, up at the top of the lovehole, and began to manipulate it carefully.
Churla had done this a number of times before, always with new virgin
wives. Normally the Bantu girl's married as soon as they began menstruating,
and as such the girl's were often of small size compared with the men. The men
married only when they were old enough to pay the bride price to the girl's
father.
The girl's humming became more highly pitched as Churla worked on her
love button. The girl's behind began to push back against Churla's rubbing
fingers. That was good. Churla knew that the girl's own love hole would now be
manufacturing it's own grease to ease Lunga's passage.
She kept rubbing the little button though and the girl pumped her behind
out at her with more vigour. Churla stopped then, though the girl continued to
rut her ass backwards for several seconds. Churla waited a time, then began to
rub the little button again.
By the time Lunga returned half an hour later, the White girl was sobbing
and shaking with need. Churla had never brought a girl to such heights of need
before. Were it not for the immensity of Lunga's organ she would not do so now.
It was a cruel thing to do.
Though neither could understand the White girl's language, they could
both recognize the pleading and begging and weeping, and felt sorry for the
girl. They both knew that it was for her own good however. She would receive
her reward many times over when Lunga took her.
Churla gave her trembling body a final rub, then stood up. She and Ghumne
lifted the girl by the arms and carried her to a big log that was covered with
a blanket. Even they could not take Lunga's massive weight upon their body and
of course, no one could expect this slight creature to do so.
They set her down belly down, across the log. It was almost too high for
the girl's knees to touch the ground, though she was not a short girl. They
balanced her carefully, with her top draped down one side and her ass sticking
up in the air.
Each pulled a leg apart, opening up what was now a steaming volcanic pit
in the girl's crotch. Lung nodded with a grunt and the two moved aside.
Lunga stripped off his weapons and loincloth, standing there naked. He
smiled happily as he looked down at the trembling White buttocks looking up at
him. His hand went to his manhood, which was already at half erection. Fat
fingers shucked up and down as he knelt behind the girl.
Very quickly, his manhood rose up between his legs until it was pointing
straight out towards the girl's gleaming moist pussy mouth. Lung looked at her
smoothly rounded ass cheeks with interest, dropping his big leathery hands on
them and kneading the soft flesh.
He grumbled with pleasure, then took his right hand off to fold it around
his thick penis. He pushed the uncircumcised head against the opening to the
girl's love hole and slowly pushed forward. At first, her love hole flatly
refused to open before his blunt nosed organ.
He was a warrior however and used to challenges and adversity. He pushed
harder, then harder still. Slowly his organ began to sink into the incredible
tightness between the girl's legs. As he did, she whined and mewled and shook
her body atop the log.
Mandy was dazed and unhappy. She didn't know what was going on, but her
body felt tense and wet and itchy. The itch was most pronounced between her
legs, being so itchy and tingly that she kept trying to touch and scratch it.
The women wouldn't let her though.
The strangeness in her belly grew and grew and she began to whine, then
suddenly, she felt something push firmly against her cunt opening. She mewled
with pleasure for firm pressure was what she instinctively knew she needed to
gain the release that would satisfy her belly.
The firmness became greater and greater, and she felt a pain, almost a
tearing between her legs. She whimpered in pain, trying to draw away, but was
held in a grip of iron. The pressure mounted and she felt her pussy lips being
forced unnaturally wide around something.
She kept trying to crawl up over the log and escape but couldn't move an
inch. Her pussy lips continued to open, to spread as some massive thing pushed
against her. She felt it stab into her body, prying open the front of her cunt
tunnel as it drove into her.
Her elastic cunt spread wider than ever it had before, the silky flesh of
the tube straining to absorb the giant girth of the object pushing into it.
Thick gobs of grease and girl juice eased the way as the huge cock pushed
deeper, a full three inches inside her now and spreading her cunt wide,
splitting her cheeks and body.
Lunga threw his hips forward and the girl screamed in pain as three more
inches jammed into her small belly. She was even tighter than Mbinga had said.
He sweated, not with the effort but with the tremendous pressure being exerted
on the front of his manhood.
He pulled back an inch, then thrust forward, jamming three more inches
into her belly. He grumbled, the sound like a lion, then drew back two more
inches. He lunged forward, his bloated organ stabbing in several more inches.
Mandy trembled in shock, sure she was being killed. Her entire lower body
felt grossly swollen around some massive log that had been forced up into her.
She hugged the log, her fingers White as she felt the log press even deeper
inside her.
She felt it's end crushing up against her cervix with tremendous force.
Her belly ached and screamed, cramps rolling through it as her organs were
forced apart. Even her pubic bones were slowly forced wider, as if she were in
childbirth.
Still the pressure continued as more and more of the log was red into her
overstuffed fuck tunnel. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, waiting for
the feeling of blood gushing from her crotch.
Then the thing jammed even deeper, seeming to push right up into her
stomach. She almost threw up, gagging as the thing forced it's way up the
length of her body. She wondered, dazedly, if it would actually go up through
her chest and into her brain.
But it moved no further. It held within her, unmoving. She trembled
around it, and felt it throb within her body. She wondered what kind of a log
or weapon they had used that it should seem to breath with a life of it's own.
Lunga rubbed his hands over the woman's widely parted buttocks. At last,
the entire length of his manhood laid within her. His fat, heavy balls, the
size of tennis balls, hung low beneath his crotch, resting against the side of
the log as his manhood shaft laid enfolded in the fiery heat and crushing
embrace of this White girl's love tunnel.
He waited patiently, knowing he must. Churla had been only thirteen when
he'd first taken her, and no bigger than this. Ghumne had been the same age. He
knew that the woman beneath him was older than they had been, though not quite
as large as them at their first use.
He slowly pulled his manhood back, retreating only a few inches for fear
that the entire tunnel would collapse behind him. He pushed forward again, then
retreated. Slowly he built up his speed as her muscles surrendered beneath his
immensity.
Certain now, that the girl would survive Lunga's lovemaking, Churla and
Ghumne left the tunnel to begin making the afternoon meal. Lunga humped faster
and faster into the girl's love hole, his hands now moving more freely across
her wonderfully soft skin.
Mandy could hardly believe she was still alive. The thing that had pushed
into her cunt was now moving in and out, fucking her like a cock. Wearily, she
pulled her head up and turned around to gaze behind her. There was a giant
behind her and he actually was fucking her.
She stared with disbelief at the size of his massive prick as it moved in
and out of her body. She could hardly believe her cunt had managed to absorb
something that size without splitting wide open. There was no sign of blood,
though his cock was completely Black and would have made that difficult to
spot.
Weakly, her head fell back and she groaned as the giant fucking her
picked up the pace. His enormous cock was thudding down into the end of her
cunt-pit with tremendous force, causing her pain. It felt like there was a fist
repeatedly punching her deep inside her body.
Her cunt tunnel, so widely stretched, felt like it was being rasped by
sandpaper as the fat fuck stick drove in and out. Every hair on Lunga's shaft
cut along the super taut skin of her rubber cunt tunnel. The pain, however,
began to ease, partly because her cunt had somewhat adjusted, but mostly
because her muscles had given up and were no longer functioning.
She felt the repeated impact, not just of the giant's cock tip against
her cervix, but of his heavy belly and hips against her ass and thighs. The
impact was hard enough to bruise her painfully, but there was nothing she could
do to stop it. In fact, the power of his thrusting grew.
Now though, without the agony she had first experienced, her body's
previous sexual arousal began to reassert itself. Her clitty was being buzzed
furiously by the thickness of the cock driving over it, her cunt was being
ploughed, skewered.
Her belly, already cramping and fluttering with the deep and thick
penetration, resumed it's sensuous dance as her already dazed mind suffered
under new assaults of feverish need. Her body shook, trembled. Already it was
jerking and humping as the giant cock threw it forward and pulled it back, but
it increased it's movement.
Then a minor orgasm swept through her, leaving her breathless. Rather
than calm her body down it merely stoked the fires higher. She was burning up
with sexual fever, her body bubbling and boiling as her nerve endings twisted
and quivered.
A second orgasm hit her, wrenching her reality and making her cry out at
it's sudden shocking force. Her body shook and trembled, and her ass actually
pushed back against the monster prong fucking her. Again, she clutched the log,
now holding it as a child caught in a whirlwind, seeking an anchor to reality.
Her body convulsed and she howled in torment and delight. A fireball of
sexual ecstasy exploded in her lower belly, sending hot steaming streamers
shooting out into her body. She was being royally fucked, and in the dim
recesses of her mind knew it.
The giant's fingers hauled her upwards, lifting her off the log and
carrying her across the floor to a bed of straw. She was dropped back down onto
her knees again, and the reaming continued, with even more force. Now the huge
fingers, which totally encircled her belly, hauled her back against the
fuck-pole rutting her.
Her body was jerked back and forth like a rag doll, her head flying up
and down with the sudden changes in direction, her breasts whipping back and
forth. Spit drooled out of her gaping mouth as she stared at multi colored
lights bursting before her eyes.
She came again, her entire body seared by a supernova, blasting through
her. Sexual electricity ripped up and down her spine, causing muscle
convulsions. Her back arched back, then began to bounce up and down wildly.
Something huge and hard and heavy was slamming into her buttocks with
terrible force, but the feeling was hardly noticeable beneath the impaling
power of the mighty cock within her. Giant fingers like sausages whipped around
her breasts then squeezed them with an awful force, making her screech in
response.
Her chest exploded with agony and ecstasy, her breasts burning and
throbbing and rippling with sexual electricity. Fat fingers caught her nipples
and twisted them, pulled them downwards, distorting her breasts. The nipples
were stretched out a full two inches from her titties, almost touching the
ground beneath her.
Then she came again, the top of her head blowing off as her body flailed
and writhed and danced in madness. Her head lashed from side to side and her
entire nervous system screamed and flared out. Then, just before she lost
consciousness, she felt an immense flood of liquids gushing into her belly. She
knew it was her blood and that she had just died, but she died happily.
Lunga felt his seed shooting into the White girl in great fat heaping
wads of shiny white potency. Her body collapsed after a final wailing shriek as
he emptied himself into her. He gave a satisfied sigh, and pulled his fingers
from around her waist.
Her arms collapsed, dropping her head and chest down onto the ground. Her
knees slipped apart and her ass slowly sank down, her cunt sliding over his
softening cock before finally pulling free and dropping her flat on the dirt.
Thick gobs of White sperm dribbled out of the still open love hole, but Lunga
knew enough had been pumped into her to do the job.
Joe giggled weakly as the sound of the distant explosion echoed through
the jungle. He'd started laying false trails hours ago, finally creating enough
of a gap between him and his pursuers to plant the thin wire, then double far
back, climb a tree and climb and jump from branch to branch through the densely
packed growth for a hundred yards.
The explosion signalled the Pounta had found the end of his trail miles
distant and heading in the opposite direction. Now, unless he hit bad luck, he
was safe, at least from that group. He rested his weary frame for a half hour,
then rose and began making his way back north.
By darkness he'd recovered most of the ground he'd lost during the
morning's pursuit. He slept in a tree, then continued at dawn, leaving that
particular tribe's boundary a few hours later. He reached the first of the
Bantu villages, and after a nervous few minutes, was welcomed generously
enough.
He had lunch with the village chieftain, who professed no knowledge about
a White skinned female in this area and looked at Joe like he was crazy when
the White guide tried to explain what the color pink was.
Joe managed to gain a guide further north, to the Clantae village a dozen
miles away, reaching there by nightfall. The girl wasn't there either, much to
his disgust and weariness. He decided to camp there for the night.
Around the fire, he told the chief of his trouble with the Pounta and how
he'd escaped them. The chief and his warriors howled with laughter as he
described the Pounta being blown up by his explosive boobie traps. The chief
called him "Loitiiea," which meant roughly, tiger-man, and presented him with
one of his daughters for the night.
The girl, a young thing who's body still bore the slimness of girlhood,
but also the wide hips and rounded breasts of womanhood, giggled at the sight
of his reddened prick. Her body was a gleaming, shiny Black in the dim light as
he slowly caressed her body.
Her small brown nipples tasted of smoky meat as he suckled gently. His
tongue slid downward along her belly and then in between her legs. She allowed
him to part her thighs, glancing in astonishment as his tongue began to move up
and down her slit.
He slid a finger inside her, and began to pump it in and out as his
tongue found and began to slid back and forth across her clit. She was
extremely curious as well as wary, but relaxed completely when the pleasure
began to course through her body.
She whimpered, murmuring in wonderment as her body steamed with sexual
heat. The Bantu were hardly the world's greatest lovers. The men simply drove
it in and humped for a couple of minutes until they came. Orgasm was not
totally unknown among women, but seldom happened in actual sex. As for
masturbation, it was technically forbidden to women, though the older ones all
did it from time to time. This girl, though, seemed not to have. Her eyes were
wide with excitement and bewildered pleasure as Joe's tongue whipped back and
forth across her clit.
Then her back arched. "Oooooooooohhhhhhh!" she gasped, pushing her small
cunt up against his face. His fingers slid in and out of the little pink slit
as his tongue writhed against her.
When she stopped shaking, he climbed up the length of her body and drove
his cock into her tight pink hole. She threw her arms around him and kissed
him, their lips meeting wetly and forcefully. His hands went under her ass and
jerked her up against him as he began to pump into her with excited speed.
Then he came, his cock spewing out his jism as she writhed in pleasure
under him. He sucked hard on her nipples, his hands fondling her ass as he
humped continuously into her pink hole.
Mandy was awakened by Lunga's wives, who slapped her face and tossed
water on her to bring her to consciousness. Churla rubbed her hand against
Mandy's cunt gently, smiling in sympathy and saying something Mandy couldn't
understand.
They helped the teenager to her feet and walked her outside into the sun,
sitting her down on the ground as they sat on low stools beside her. They began
sewing hides together, making a skirt for someone. Mandy tried to sit, but
couldn't do it comfortably. Her behind and cunt hurt too much when she put
pressure on them.
One of the women said something to the other, and they both looked at
Mandy and laughed. She flushed in embarrassment. Then one of them got up and
picked up a basket of some dirty clothing and pulled on Mandy's arm.
Naked, she followed the woman down the path to the stream, where the
woman dumped the basket, then picked up a sarong. She brought it over to a rock
and dumped it into the water, then started rubbing it on the rock. She motioned
to Mandy, who stood beside her watching.
Then she moved away and pushed Mandy towards the thing, obviously wanting
her to do it. She sighed and began rubbing the thing against the rock as the
woman stood by and watched in satisfaction. The woman produced another wad of
leafy gooey stuff, like they women had used to clean Mandy earlier.
She rubbed it against the clothe and signalled Mandy to keep rubbing it
as she watched. There were several other rocks and the other woman began to
clean clothes on one, as Mandy cleaned them on the other.
After about an hour, she found herself wondering why these people didn't
get a washing machine, then smiled at her own foolishness. The fat woman saw
her smile and smiled back, saying something happily.
Mandy followed her back into the camp, looking around more carefully than
she had before. She noted that there were several nude people in the camp
besides herself. Most were women, but a couple were men. She guessed that these
too were prisoners of some sort.
In fact, they were slaves, as she was. But the word slave simply didn't
enter her mind. She thought of herself as a prisoner, that was all. The fat
women taught her how to pound meet with a rock, for what purpose she didn't
know, and had her stirring a deep smelly pot of something.
After that, she began to sweep out the hut with a rough broom thing, then
carried in fresh straw from a pile under a lean-to. The giant man came into the
hut just then. He pushed her down onto her knees and knelt behind her.
Mandy whined in anxious worry and tensed up. He pulled her legs apart and
then slowly forced his huge organ into her body again, pounding furiously
against her until she cried out and collapsed with exhaustion. Then he'd poured
a load of hot cum into her and left.
She was given more clothing to wash, then a small bowl of goop to eat for
lunch, after which she had to follow a girl of about ten to a small pasture
where there were goats. The girl showed her how to milk the goats, and despite
her revulsion, Mandy had had to sit down and begin to fondle the thing's teats,
sending milk shooting into a wood barrel.
By dinner, she was exhausted. She had to keep working though, as the two
fat women, their numerous children and the giant man who'd raped her, all ate.
When they had finished, she was given a bowl of the same sludge she'd
eaten before, along with a bowl containing the scraps from their own meal. She
looked at it in surprise and disgust, but she was ravenous after working all
day and had no choice but to eat the partly burned, partly undercooked, cold
meat. In fact, she wolved it down quickly. Mildly surprised that she could even
force it into her mouth.
Shortly after that, one of the fat ladies led her across the village to a
small hut. This one was much more strongly built than others, and had a door of
sorts, made of strong young tree branches lashed together. She was pushed
inside and the thing closed behind her.
Churla pushed the bolt into place across the slave shack and gave a sigh
of relief. Now she could go back to her hut and get some sleep. She glanced
behind her as she walked away, hoping the White girl would be all right in
there.
Normally, slave women slept in their owner's hut. Only slave men were
kept in the strongly locked little shack. However, out of kindness for her
body's needs, they had put her in with the two slave men. She had only been
taken twice during the day and they worried that was not enough.
Lunga's huge girth could not be used by her always though. After all,
Churla and Ghumne needed it's use as well. From Mbinga's description, the girl
needed to be used many times, and Churla was confident the slave men would see
to her.
Part Five
Joe bid farewell to the Claintu village and headed east towards the Minra
clan village thirty kilometres away. Again, he was accompanied by a guide, a
thin, grinning teenager who moved along far to cockily for Joe's comfort.
Close to the village, okay, but after half a dozen kilometres he began to
worry if the boy might be showing off in a rather dangerous way. He had to
continuously shush the boy as he insisted on talking in overly loud whispers.
It was more in resignation, then in surprise then, that he saw a blur
next to him and then watched a spear pin the boy to a tree. The boy was looking
at it in astonishment as several more spears chunked into the ground and bush
around him.
Joe dove behind another tree, then edged around towards were the spears
were coming from. There was no sign of movement and no sound from whoever had
fired the arrow. He knew the general direction and that was all. Then the
bushes suddenly jerked apart and a dozen screaming Pounta warriors raced
forward.
Joe brought the Uzi up and sprayed bullets towards them, felling several,
then he swung the butt around to knock aside a stabbing spear, kicking the man
in the crotch and shooting two others as they approached from the other side.
He shot the first warrior then, jumping atop a low hill and firing wildly
behind him. Half a dozen feet away another warrior slammed his spear deep into
the Bantu boy's belly.
Joe raced through the bush, reloading as he dodged spears. He kept
spraying the gun behind him as he ran, forcing the pursuing warriors to dive to
cover. Then a long flying spear caught him in the side, bowling him over.
The surge of adrenalin he was riding allowed him to jerk it out, almost
screaming as blood welled from the wound. He tore a spare shirt from his pack
and wadded it up, pressing it against the hole, then getting up and staggering
off.
Most of the warriors were dead behind him, and he shot two more who
wouldn't quit before he left the last of them behind. He managed to stop
finally, and pull bandages and disinfectants from his pack, carefully bandaging
the wound before falling unconscious.
Mandy couldn't see anything in the darkened hut, but then she heard, and
sensed movement. She was standing with her back against the door and she pushed
against it worriedly. It failed to budge. There was some light in the hut from
barred windows high up, but there was nothing to see.
Then something moved into a section of light. She heaved a sigh of
relief. It was only a man. Two men, she corrected herself. Both tall and Black,
and looking at her with astonishment on their faces. One of them said something
to the other.
Mandy was surprised at the words, for she thought she'd come to recognize
the sing-song language of the people who'd captured her and this was different.
The men moved closer, and she saw that they were naked. They must be prisoners
like her, of course, she chided herself.
"Who are you?" she asked, hoping they would speak english. They looked
back blankly. "My name is Mandy." She patted her chest. "Mandy."
"What does she say?" Craw asked.
"I do not speak her language." Sno replied.
"Why is she here?"
"Why would I know."
"It has been long since I have had a woman."
"You may never have another if her master catches you."
"Why would they put her in here if not as a reward to us?"
"I do not know all the ways of the Bantu. Perhaps it is a test."
"If so, I intend to pass it." Craw said, a long smile appearing on his
face as his eyes slid up and down the light skinned female standing before him.
"They may kill you."
"I am tired of this anyway. At least my member will enjoy itself before I
die." He reached for the female and drew her in close to him, his hands running
up and down her body. Her skin was amazingly soft.
"I have never taken a White woman before." he breathed.
Mandy had no idea what the two were talking about. It was plain what the
first one wanted however, when his hand began to caress her breasts. She stood
acquiescently as his hands roamed her lithe body, sliding down between her legs
to cup her pubic mound firmly.
The man looked at her, as if wondering what she would do. Mandy looked
back blankly. She had no idea of the low status these men held, and was afraid
to resist in any way. What was the point, anyway?
The man pushed her down on her back on a pile of straw and lay down on
top of her. She spread her legs resignedly and felt his hardness press against
her belly. His mouth slurped around her right nipple and his teeth chewed
lightly. She winced, for his teeth were odd and sharp.
Then she grunted a she felt his cock pushed into her pussy hole. Her sore
pussy lips spread and his member pushed into her. Her cunt adjusted quickly,
despite her lack of sexual excitement. Perhaps the long fat cock of the giant
had loosened her cunt forever.
She grunted in disgust as the man's mouth came down on her's, his lips
rubbing forcefully, and his tongue sliding into her own mouth. His hands were
all over her, like mad, uncontrolled animals, they were fast and rough as they
moved from place to place, squeezing and fondling her.
His hands slid under her then, cupping her ass cheeks as he began to
stroke into her. Like most of the natives she'd been raped by, he had not a
trace of expertise, at least as she'd come to know it. There was no gentleness
in his fucking, instead it was a harsh, fast, brutal fucking.
He humped furiously into her, his cock slicing in and out of her pained
body. His hips smashed down into her's, his pubic bone cracking against her
crotch and lower belly as he rutted against her. She felt the speed of his cock
burning up her cunt, sending pain shooting into her belly, but knew she could
do nothing about it.
His breathing became faster and faster as his excitement mounted. His
cock pumped brutally, his body hammering down into the slim White girl. Mandy's
ass was bouncing up and down on the ground, in the grip of the man's iron
fingers.
He jerked her groin up to meet his brutal downward thrusts, sending his
cock shooting down her fuck tunnel with powerful force. He began grunting with
the effort as he humped against her. The tiny shack resounded with his gasps
and grunts, and the wet slapping sound of his body coming against her's.
His cock pistoned back and forth inside Mandy with incredible speed, and
her body was hammered repeatedly by the brutal pounding of his groin into her
thighs and crotch. His lips were bruisingly demanding as they roved hungrily
against her.
They moved all along her throat, stopping every few inches. Wherever they
stopped his sharply pointed teeth came out and nipped her tender flesh
repeatedly. He gripped her twin mammary mounds and squeezed them up and
together, then rubbed his face back and forth across them.
His hands seized her head firmly and pressed his lips against her's, his
tongue wriggling around in her mouth as his breath was forced into her and then
sucked back out. He ground his hips into her, his prong buried deep in her
silky fuck-tunnel.
Mandy moaned, her body becoming aroused despite her unhappiness. All her
resistance to fucking had been broken down in the past days. She was no longer
embarrassed or even bothered much by strange men taking her without her leave
and consent.
Her body, without the resistance of her mind, responded as a woman's body
will, her clit, repeatedly hammered, rubbed and sawed by the man's cock and
belly, send hot quivering blasts of sexual bliss through her belly.
Her pussy, stuffed and pumped, sent it's own steamy message of enjoyment.
Her breasts, sucked, manhandled, squeezed and kneaded, their small pink nipples
chewed and bothered, became hot and swollen with sexual heat, the nipples hard
and erect.
Tentatively, at first, she began to respond, to push back against his
pounding fuck-tool. Her heels ground into the dirt, pushing against it as if to
lift herself upward onto that plunging organ. She drew her heels up, then
raised her legs into the air in short little bounces.
As the hard, savage fucking continued, she brought her legs up around the
tribesman, hugging him to her as she opened her crotch to even deeper
penetration. Her moans were added to his grunts as the steely cock continued
its' rasping pump.
She whimpered in ecstasy as she felt his cocktip high in her belly, and
ground herself harder on it. His hands came down around her ass cheeks, pulling
her even tighter against his crotch as his excitement became uncontrollable.
He pounded his cock down her slimy wet cunt tunnel, his body sweating and
gleaming in the moonlight coming from the window. Her fingers dug into his
back, clawing at him as she began to cum. Then she threw back her head, her
mouth opening in a silent gasp of d delight.
Her head thrashed from side to side and her body jerked and shivered as
an orgasm washed over her. All awareness disappeared as her cunt flared and
exploded around the humping, pistoning organ within it. Then it pulled and
sucked ferociously on the moving cock and long wet wads of sperm gushed forth.
Like oil on a blaze it sent her arousal soaring higher and higher. Her
convulsions increased as her legs threatened to break him in half. She locked
her arms and legs around her as she twisted and shook and brought his
shuddering body into a strange, carnal dance that had them both exhausted and
near unconscious within seconds.
"She gave you a good ride!" Sno said, appreciatively. "Let me use her
now."
"There is much time." Craw groaned, laying flat atop an unmoving Mandy.
He gave a final gasp, letting out a great breath of air, then rolled off the
girl. Sno quickly took his place.
Mandy felt another cock pushed into her cunt. She laid in a daze, half
conscious. Her eyes were closed as the second man settled atop her and began to
pump. She didn't move, lying spreadeagled on the straw covered ground as he
eagerly pumped into her.
She slowly opened her eyes, watching the man's straining face as he
humped down into her crotch-hole. She could feel his cock working it's way back
and forth and could feel it was thicker, though shorter than the first man's.
She laid there, tiredly enjoying the second fuck, her cunt relaxing also
at first. His mouth came against her's and she kissed him back, lightly. His
hands squeezed her breasts, then his mouth lowered onto her right nipple and
bit sharply. She moaned at the sudden sharp pain.
A small drop of dark appeared on the nipple, outlined in the shaft of
moonlight, and the man's mouth closed around it, sucking fiercely. Mandy felt
him sucking on her blood and wondered if he was some kind of cannibal. Somehow
the idea excited her.
Or perhaps it was the steady sucking and chewing on her outraged nipple,
or the furious rutting cock within her fuck-box. Her body began to steam with
sexual heat once more and her crotch slowly began it's up and down dance
against the stranger's fucking.
She felt her frame seized in the carnal embrace of sexual arousal, and
once more gave herself over to it's embrace.
By morning, Mandy was an utterly exhausted wreck. For Sno and Craw had
been without a woman for more than two years. They took her over and over and
over again, seemingly tireless, and her body responded each time. She lost
track of the orgasms that had racked her body, of the gut wrenching spasms that
had torn her belly open, and the groaning gasps of pleasure she had uttered.
Unfortunately, she was hardly permitted an hour's sleep, when the fat
woman came for her. She was brought back to the same hut as yesterday, given a
little gruel, and then placed on her knees as the giant took her again. His
huge organ had pounded into her relentlessly, finally sending her into a
shrieking orgasm that dropped her unconscious to the hut floor.
She had been wakened and set to cleaning the hut, then the surrounding
area. After that, many other tasks awaited her, from gutting fish, to drying
meat and hides. Nor were the Bantu inconsiderate enough as to let her go
without rutting.
Though the slaves were busy in the daytime, Lunga had considerately
offered her favours to his friends. Every hour or so, one would show up and
either push Mandy to her knees where she stood, or pull her into his hut, or
just into some bushes. Then he would enter her body and fuck her furiously,
usually bringing her to a churning orgasm within minutes.
By nightfall, she was barely able to walk, and practically fell onto the
straw after the fat woman placed her in the shack again. The two slaves were
waiting for her, though, their lust hardly sated at all by the previous night's
work.
Again they took her repeatedly, one after the other, only tiring towards
dawn, for they had heavy work to do in the day. Mandy's fuck tunnel was more
heavily used than a forty-second street hooker's, an was beginning to chafe and
bleed from overuse.
Her eyes were dull, exhausted slits, and her body became whiter than ever
as she slouched and slumped her way through her daily task. She fell asleep
while milking the goats and was slapped awake by the annoyed boy tending her.
Joe woke up in the night. He felt better, the pain still there, but
diminished considerably. He didn't move at first, taking in his surroundings.
He was lucky some animal hadn't come upon him in the night and started eating,
he thought grimly.
Slowly, he sat up, then staggered erect. His head swam, but he held still
and the dizziness passed. Money ain't worth this, he thought, miserably. He sat
back down again, then unwrapped his arm and looked at it. It didn't look too
bad. Didn't seem infected or anything.
He carefully rewrapped it in fresh bandages and then ate some dried food
from his pack. It was nourishing if tasteless and he felt considerably
strengthened. Now where the fuck am I, he wondered, bleakly.
He tried to replay the events of today, especially concerning the
direction he'd run. He couldn't be that far from the village, a few klicks at
best. He could probably make it back by morning. How they would receive him,
considering the boy who'd gone with him was dead, he wasn't sure and didn't
intend to risk.
He knew the general direction of the next Bantu village, and now was
probably a good time to head for it. By dawn, the Pounta would be on his trail,
and he was in no condition to be running. He slid his pack over his shoulder
and set off slowly.
Luckily there was a full moon out. Still, he kept careful watch on the
ground as he moved, and still managed to trip a number of times. He wasn't
making much progress, so concentrated instead on obliterating all trace of
himself.
After several hours, he was exhausted. He found a tree and climbed
upward, then settled in for a nap as the sky began to light around him.
His watch alarm woke him several hours later. He felt stiff and sore, as
he always did when sleeping like this. His arm felt sore, but no worse than
before, which hopefully meant it wasn't going to start turning yellow and
green.
He lowered himself to the ground and set off again, this time making
better time. He encountered no signs of the pounta, and by mid day was
approaching the Bantu village. A mile from it's outskirts he was challenged by
a sentry and yelled back a greeting in Bantu.
Twenty minutes later he was standing before the chief, who, like the
previous one, wanted to know all about his adventures with the Pounta. He
sighed quietly, realizing the necessity of the tail. It would only serve to
ingratiate him with the Bantu if he told them of all the Pounta he'd killed.
Finally, he was able to get to the point and ask about Mandy.
"No. No White girls here. I have not seen a White woman since... " the
chief thought carefully. "Not for many years anyhow." He finished, lamely.
"None of your people have heard of a White girl being taken by
neighbouring villages?" he asked, wearily.
The chief shrugged, then called out the question to those surrounding
them. There was a chorus of negative responses, then one man, who had been out
hunting, trotted into the village with his catch of snakes and overheard.
"You wish to know of a White woman with the Bantu?" he asked.
"You know something?" Joe asked, eagerly.
The man looked at the chief, who shrugged.
"There is a White woman at Retewq." He said.
"For how long?"
"Not long. A few days. She is very sweet to look upon, though skinny. Her
hair is an odd shade."
"That sounds like her!" Joe gasped.
"Is she one of your's? She has a strange appetite."
"Strange?"
"They say she must receive a man's organ very often or else she suffers
pain."
"Huh?"
"That is what they say." the man shrugged.
"Where is Retewq?"
"Not far. Only a half day's journey north."
"You can not set out now. You would arrive after dark and be shot by the
sentries." The chief said. Joe looked at his watch and realized that was the
truth.
"You stay with us the night. I have to lovely daughters to offer you."
the Chief beamed, throwing his arms around the giggling young women as they
looked shyly at Joe.
"Well now. That's right kind of you, Chief." Joe grinned.
He stayed with the girls that night, surprising himself by taking both
twice. Like most of the African girls' he'd had, they were astonished at his
foreplay, and would probably be more than a little displeased with their next
lovers.
After a hard day's march, he arrived at the environs of Retewq. As at the
previous village, he was challenged and then welcomed into the village. He
trotted in behind the young sentry, wading through a small stream and then
climbing a low hill at the edge of a clearing.
He stopped suddenly, attracted by something moving only a few feet away.
His eyes opened wide as he peered around a bush. There she was! Mandy was on
her hands and knees, her legs apart and a look of satisfaction on her face. A
dark skinned Bantu warrior knelt behind her, his cock plunging back and forth
in her cunt.
The man felt Joe's eyes on him and looked up. He smiled and waved.
"She will be free for your use in a few moments, Stranger, should you
want her."
"Uh, thank you." Joe stammered, watching the man, matter of factly return
to his fucking. Mandy didn't even look up. Her eyes were closed and her jaw
hung low. Her fat breasts were swinging back and forth beneath her as she
humped her ass back against the man's plunging cockstrokes.
"This way, Joe-boss." his young guide gestured. Joe took a last look at
the odd scene and followed him up the path to the village. A short time later
he was explaining his journey again to the local chief, stressing the many
Pounta he'd killed to reach here.
In the midst of the explanation, Mandy walked past, naked, her arms laden
with hides. She didn't notice him again, her shoulders slumped and her eyes on
the ground.
"We did think it strange, she was out on her own." The Chief admitted,
glaring at Mbinga.
"I was very close by, Chief. If your man hadn't been on a swift river,
I'd have caught up long since."
"Still, the matter is out of my hands." The Chief shrugged. "You may kill
Mbinga for stealing the woman, but she has been properly sold to Lunga, who
bought her not knowing of any prior ownership. If you want her back, you will
have to buy her from Lunga or kill him."
Joe looked at the one called Lunga without a great deal of encouragement.
The guy was huge!
"I'm sure we can work something out." He said.
"That is between the two of you. For now, you are an honoured guest." He
gestured at the woman and food was brought. Joe sat down, knowing he had to
observe the amenities first.
He ate gladly, sick of dried food. During the meal, which Lunga shared,
Mandy came out from a hut and Lunga called to her. He had her serve him,
looking at Joe challengingly, then slapped her on the behind, setting her
cheeks jiggling as she moved on some errand.
After dinner, he moved quickly to Lunga, who nodded and tuned, gesturing
to his hut. Joe followed him across the village until the big man sat down on a
rough stool in front of the hut. Joe sat down next to him as one of the man's
wives brought water.
They both sipped the water, a nominal welcome to his home, then Joe
settled down to business.
"I hope this skinny, weak woman has not been a burden on you, Lunga." he
said.
"No. No burden at all. I have enjoyed her love-tunnel enormously. It is
very tight and friendly."
"Yes. That is true. Still, she can surely not compare to your wives."
Since his wives were standing behind him, Lunga could hardly disagree.
"Being as weak as she is, she will not long survive in Retewq."
Lunga frowned and one of his wives prodded him with her fingers.
"See. I told you."
"Shut up, woman."
"She is, as you can tell, of little real use in chores." Joe said,
playing to the women. "She knows nothing about cooking or cleaning or any of
the womanly duties."
"She gives a man a long hard ride." Lunga growled. "This is a woman's
first duty."
"True. True. Still, in a very few days she will waste away until she
sickens and then dies. Then all your money will be gone and you will have
nothing to show for it."
"Why do you want her if she is so sickly?" Lunga demanded.
"Well, I will take her back to her people, where she will not sicken.
There she will be happy and healthy once more."
"Woman. Come here." Lunga called into the hut. Mandy emerged a moment
later and Lunga pulled her down to her knees beside him. His hands stroked her
head, as if petting a dog, then cupped her breasts and squeezed them.
"And how much will you give me for this worthless woman?" he asked.
"I hear from Mbinga that you paid two goats for her." Joe said. Lunga
frowned and glared across the village towards the man.
"This is true." He admitted.
"I do not have any animals with me, of course." Joe said. "But I do have
the government paper that you can exchange for livestock with others."
Lunga nodded. He knew about money. Some of the villagers had been to the
city, or to the farming towns not far south of the river.
"And how much of this paper will you give me?" he asked, stroking Mandy's
breasts and belly.
"I will give you enough to purchase three goats." Joe said.
"Three goats. That is a low for one skinny woman."
"Yes, I know. But I can see that Lunga is a great warrior, and he
deserves a high price."
"My women have spent many hours training this female in woman's duties.
That is now wasted." Lunga observed.
"Ahh, but three goats. Think of what you may trade for that."
"Not as much as four goats."
"Four goats! That is too high a price for this one."
"Not for a man who has come so far and been to so many villages in search
of her." Lunga observed shrewdly.
"You are a very smart man, Lunga." Joe sighed. "I will have to see if I
have enough money." He pulled out his wallet and carefully counted the money in
there, knowing how much he had but putting on a show. Finally he sighed and
looked up glumly.
"You take the very food from my mouth, Lunga." he protested.
"Ahh, but such fine skin and soft flesh is worth it." Lunga smiled,
sliding his hand down between Mandy's legs and squeezing her crotch. They had
been talking in Bantu, of course. Mandy had never even looked at him during the
conversation, her dull eyes staring at the ground.
Now she groaned low in her throat and arched her back, pushing her crotch
forward. Joe watched in disbelief as she rubbed her pussy back and forth across
Lunga's motionless hand, her eyes closed.
"See how much she wants my manhood?" Lunga's teeth gleamed. "Never have I
met a woman like her. In truth, it is proving time consuming to satisfy her.
She gets little done since she is always on her knees."
"Then we have a deal?"
Lunga looked regretfully at Mandy, who was still humping against his hand
in slow, grinding movements, her head rolling around weakly.
"I will miss the tightness of her love hole." He sighed. "But we have a
deal." He spit on his hand and held it out. Joe did the same and they shook
hands.
Part Six
Joe handed the money over to Lunga, who gave Mandy's crotch a final
squeeze, then took his hand away.
"She is your's." he said, eyeing the money dubiously. He knew what it
could bring, but didn't really like the stuff. He looked back at Mandy, who was
still humping slightly, he own hands coming down to her crotch.
"She is in need again." he observed. "I do not envy you having to return
with her on your own. Perhaps I should accompany you so you are not overly
tired by her."
"I'll manage." Joe assured him.
"So you say, yet she is obviously in need here. Will you not relieve
her?"
"Uhhh..."
"You may use my hut." He said, generously. He clapped his hands and one
of his fat wives lifted Mandy to her feet and led her inside. Joe tried to
think of a way of avoiding it, knowing the girl would probably be pissed off
when she regained her senses, but couldn't find any alternative.
Where the Bantu had come to the conclusion that Mandy needed a rodding
every so often, he couldn't guess, but they'd think him a poor master if he
left her in pain.
He sighed and followed the girl into the hut, where the fat woman was
placing her on her hands and knees. Mandy assumed the position eagerly,
spreading her legs apart and raising her ass into the air. Joe's cock gave a
lurch as he eyed her naked crotch and it's glistening fuck-hole.
He got to his knees behind her, his hands slowly running across her taut
ass flesh. "Oh well." He said to himself. He opened his pants and drew out his
bulging cock, pointing it at Mandy's cunt sheath. "Well, baby. I told you I'd
ream you out after I got my hands on you. I just didn't think it would really
happen so literally."
He pressed his cockhead against her tightly closed cuntlips and she
moaned in response, pushing back against him. He had no idea what had happened
to her mind since he'd last seen her, but figured she'd probably be seeing a
shrink for the rest of her life.
He pressed his cock between her lips, forcing them open, then thrust
forward, driving his cock deep into her cunt tube with a single stroke. Her
chest swelled suddenly at a quick intake of breath, then she arched her back
and almost purred in pleasure.
He pushed forward, jamming his cock fully into her tight, warm fuck hole
until his balls rested against her. His hands slid up and down her sides, from
her hips to her armpits, then up onto her shoulders. He ground himself into
her, twisting his cock around inside her.
Then he drew slowly back, his hands sliding under her and squeezing her
round tit meat. He began to fuck her, using slow, even strokes, using the full
length of his cockshaft as he rode back and forth in her belly.
Lunga came in while he was rutting her and watched nonchalantly. Joe was
used to the ease with which these people treated sex, but he was still bothered
at the audience. Still, Mandy's box was stroking against his shaft with too
much pressure and heat for him to pause.
He thrust into her again and again, his cock sliding in and out of her
pierced fucklips as he rode her like a bitch dog. His hips moved faster and
faster, sending his cock pounding down the tight silky fuck-tunnel to the
bottom.
He felt his sex juices bubbling around in his crotch and knew he would
cum soon. He knew that Mandy was on the verge of cumming too, and had to wait
until then, otherwise the Bantu watching would think him weak. He clenched his
jaw as he fucked into her, pressing his cock downward against her clitty.
He slid his hand down beneath her, stroking her belly, then sliding it in
between her legs to manipulate her clit. She gave a loud gasp and redoubled her
own pounding movements, sending her ass slapping back against his thrusting
cock-rod.
Then she came, arching her back and shaking her head from side to side as
she gurgled in pleasure. Her body shook and trembled as the orgasm blasted
through her and her cunt clenched and unclenched around Joe's stabbing cock.
She drew him in tight and his cum spewed out into her belly, bubbling
down her fuck tunnel to her cervix and on into her womb. His fingers gripped
her hair, drawing her head backwards as he bit deep into the side of her throat
and sucked hard.
Finally he stopped and pulled his softening cock out of the sagging
girl's sheath.
"Would you mind if I rode her a final time?" Lunga asked deferentially.
His cock was sticking straight out from his crotch and Joe was amazed at the
sight of it. To turn him down would be considered awfully unfriendly.
He waved and nodded, crawling a few feet away and sitting down. Lunga
quickly knelt behind Mandy and held his enormously thick cock in his fist. Joe
stared at it in awe as it pushed against Mandy's crotch hole. If that was what
she'd been getting for the past week, no wonder she was insensible.
He watched in stunned amazement as her cuntlips spread wider and wider to
engulf the massive organ. Then it slid into her, inch by inch by inch, until
Lunga's belly was pressed against Mandy's sweet round teenaged ass. Joe shook
his head slowly, wondering where she'd found room for it all.
Without preamble, Lunga began to pump into her. His strokes were powerful
and savage, his body hammering into Mandy's ass cheeks relentlessly. The girl
shivered and shook and bucked like a bronk ready to throw it's rider. She
groaned and grunted and shook as another cum roared through her.
Joe watched her eyes roll back in her head, watched her body stiffen,
then shake and shudder repeatedly. He watched Lunga's gigantic cock rutting
brutally into her slit, spearing her with it's immense size and brutal force.
His own cock stiffened again.
Ignoring her orgasm, Lunga continued to ride her, rodding his fat cock
back and forth, driving it deep into the young woman's belly as he drove his
hips in and out. After long minutes of fucking, Mandy came again, this time
grunting in almost animal like madness.
Lunga jammed his cock deep within her quivering body and held still. Joe
could imagine the fat wads of cum blasting into the girl's belly as Lunga came.
Mandy whined and yowled like a stuck cat, then her head and body began
thrashing madly.
Lunga pulled his cock back slowly, a look of satisfied bliss on his face.
He held it for a moment, then drove deep into her body again, almost lifting
her from the ground. He did it a second time, then a third. Finally, he pulled
out, leaving Mandy to sag to the ground, almost unconscious.
The Bantu found a native skirt and hide top for the girl, and gave Joe
the hide slippers they'd made her. Joe left the village, waving behind at the
villagers as he led Mandy forward, the rope around her throat.
Out of sight of the village, he untied the rope, then, reconsidering,
slid it around her narrow waist and retied it, afraid she'd wander off. They
journeyed for a few miles before stopping.
"Mandy." he said, in english.
She looked up dull eyed.
"Remember me? Joe?"
Mandy continued to stare at him.
"I'm going to bring you back to your mother and father."
"Uhhnnggghhh?"
"Your mother and father. Do you understand me?"
She nodded.
"Say something then." he said, in exasperation.
She didn't say anything.
"Mandy? You remember who I am?"
"J... J... J... Joe?" she whispered.
"That's right, babe. Andy your name's Mandy."
"Mandy." she said, cocking her head.
"My name is Mandy."
"I know that, girl." He sighed and opened his canteen, swigging several
mouthfuls of water.
"J... Joe?"
"Uh, huh."
"You're going to take me home?"
"That's right honey."
"To my mother and father?"
"Uh, huh."
"Not to the big man?"
"Nope. Forget him. You won't see him again."
"Or the other men?"
"I'll take you to your father and then you can go home to California."
"California." she said, wonderingly.
Her eyes were blinking repeatedly.
"I'm tired." she said, at last.
"Well, we'll be at the next village around noon." You can have a nap
then.
They didn't make it nearly that far though. Joe wasn't thinking about how
weak the girl was. They only made it a half dozen miles before they had to
rest. During the rest, she fell asleep, and he figured they might as well camp
and eat.
He woke her up to eat some dried food, then let her fall asleep again.
"Probably good for her." he muttered, somewhat impatiently.
She slept most of the afternoon. They made a few miles before dusk, then
she ate, exhaustedly and fell asleep again, sleeping until after dawn, when he
woke her up. It was the first night's sleep she'd had in days, though Joe
didn't know it.
She didn't talk much during the trip back to the other village, mostly
just responding to his questions if he asked them. Still, at least she was
responding.
She was reluctant to enter the village, but moved forward at once when he
glared and raised his voice. They ate with the Chief, who eyed the girl with
interest.
Joe decided to leave the village, rather than spend the night. He knew
he'd have to offer her to the Chief if they stayed and wasn't sure if that
would send her back into her bleak dullness.
A dozen miles outside the village, they stopped and Joe let her sleep
again, cursing the delay. He kept careful watch as she slept away much of the
afternoon. Then woke her and continued on until it was dark.
Now back in the heart of Pounta country, he didn't want to stay on the
ground. He lifted her into the tree and tied her to a branch, then settled down
himself and slept soundly.
After a couple of days straight travel, they had reached a roadway and
were walking south on it, hoping someone would come by and give them a lift.
Mandy had regained her senses, though she seemed strangely agreeable, for her,
and not very spirited.
Since he'd never had the occasion to be with a woman who'd just been
subjected to repeated rapes over a number of days, Joe wasn't sure what to do
or say. After some time though, she finally voiced what seemed to be bothering
her the most.
"I just don't understand." she said.
"What?"
"I... Well... You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
"I don't understand how I could do that."
"Huh? How you could do what?"
"You weren't there. You didn't see me." she groaned, shaking her head.
"See you doing what?"
"Promise not to tell my parents?"
"I promise."
"I was... I was a total slut!"
"A... "
"I was a nympho from hell! I screwed like I was crazy!" Her eyes were
wild as she stared at him in disbelief.
"You have no idea how many times I came, how I acted, and the things I
said!"
"Well, I'm sure..."
"No, no!" she shook her head. "You don't understand! I wanted them to do
it! Not at first, but then, oh how I wanted it! How I groaned and wiggled and
waved myself in their faces to get them to fuck me! Especially that giant man!"
"Lunga?"
"Was that his name?" she asked, wonderingly. "I never knew. All I knew
was that he had this huge, big cock and I wanted it in me!"
"You were exhausted and beaten down. You hadn't eaten or slept..."
"But I knew it was wrong! I couldn't' help myself! I wanted his cock! I
wanted all their cocks!"
"I ain't no shrink, Mandy. But what's wrong with wanting a good screw?"
"But they're savages!"
"They were men."
"Savages." she shook her head. "And I rutted with them like a complete
slut, like a bitch in heat!"
"I don't think that's any big crime."
"You didn't see me." she repeated.
"Well, with a cock that big..."
"You saw it then? You saw his... Did you... did you see him... fuck me?"
she asked, swallowing.
"Uh, well, he wanted a final fling before you went."
"So you did see. You saw me with him. Did you see how I shook and moaned
and acted like an insane nympho?"
Joe easily resisted the idea of telling her that he'd fucked her first.
"I saw you. You looked hot and sexy."
"I always look hot and sexy." she sighed. "But I never acted like a
complete whore before."
"You acted like a cocktease."
"All girls act like that." she smiled tiredly.
"There must be something in me, some kind of raw, carnal whore that likes
doing it with savages."
"You acted pretty happy when I did you in your tent." he said. She
blushed, the memory coming back to her. "I... I'd forgotten."
"I didn't. I couldn't. You were one hot little number.
I don't think you're changed much."
"I don't understand why I let you do that, why I responded to you, or to
them."
"Your body responded. Hell, girl. Why fight it? So you enjoyed yourself.
So what? Nobody else has to know."
"But what about now? What about in future? Am I going to drop my pants
every time some guy looks sideways at me?"
"Somehow I doubt it." he grinned.
Another day, and several rides got them south of the river. Another day
and they'd be back in town where he'd left his jeep. Mandy had continued to
mope, though she didn't seem quite so bad. She was not at all the argumentative
girl he'd travelled with before, for which he was grateful, and she hadn't
remembered that he'd taken her in the village.
Then the truck they were riding on stopped at a roadblock. There were a
dozen soldiers standing around with their rifles. They demanded everyone's
papers, and studied them carefully, gazing at the owners suspiciously. When
Mandy was unable to produce any papers, she was ordered off the truck.
Joe got down with her and the truck drove on.
"Look, Captain..."
"I am no speak to you!"
"But I am the girl's guardian."
"What means guardian? Are you husband?"
"Well, no."
"Are you brother or uncle or cousin."
"No, but..."
"Then shut you up." He turned to Mandy, his eyes examining her strange
costume.
"Why do you wear this?"
"Uh... My clothes were lost in the river."
"You get these from Bantu, yes?"
"Uh... yes, I guess so."
"Bantu are bad people. They fight against government. Where you see
Bantu."
"It was far north of the river in..."
"I ask you? I not ask you!" the captain snapped.
"Look, Captain, I can get her papers if..."
Someone hit him on the back of the head with a rifle butt. When he came
to, his guns and watch, and other valuables were gone. He was lying by the side
of the road with nothing much more than his clothes.
The roadblock and the soldiers were gone, and so was Mandy. He held his
head, which throbbed with pain, and gazed up and down the road furiously. Right
on the fucking edge of town, he thought, viciously, thinking of the things he'd
do to that Captain when he caught up with him.
Mandy was sitting in the back of the army truck, her eyes looking down at
her feet. Soldiers sat all around her, most of them staring at her body, most
of which was revealed rather well by the Bantu outfit. The man beside her slid
his hand along her thigh and laughed when she moved slightly aside.
Her skirt was held together by a single knot at her hip. The soldier
worked it loose and pulled the skirt open, revealing everything to their lust
filled eyes. Mandy pressed her knees tight together, her hand bunched at her
lap to hide her nakedness.
The soldier pulled her hands aside and forced his hand between her
thighs, squeezing her roughly.
"I think the Captain wants her for himself." One of the others warned.
"Will he know?" The first one asked, staring furiously around. The
Captain was in a jeep up ahead of them. Nobody said anything, though several of
them grinned.
The man gripped Mandy's hair and twisted it cruelly, making her cry out
in pain, then he forced her down onto the floor of the truck and around to her
knees so her face was between his knees. The soldiers sitting across from him
stared into her naked ass with admiration.
"I have heard that White women like the taste of a man's organ." The
soldier panted, undoing his pants and taking out his erection. Mandy whined in
denial, but couldn't move at all as the man's fingers kept a tight hold of her
hair.
He pointed his cock at her and pulled on her hair, forcing her face
closer. "Take it in your mouth, White woman!" he hissed. Mandy could not
understand his words, but knew what he wanted well enough. She opened her lips
and slid them around his cockhead.
She hadn't sucked a cock since coming to Africa. None of her numerous
lovers had known about fellatio, being too crude and ignorant to know much
perversity. This soldier came from the city though, and though more
sophisticated than the Bantu, was considerably crueller.
He forced Mandy's lips down his cockshaft, humping up at her as she began
to suck on his tool. The others watched eagerly, bulging erections showing in
their uniform pants. One of the soldiers opposite stared into the White girl's
crotch and fell forward off the bench, pulling at his pants.
He knelt behind her and then pulled out his hard, Black cock, pointing it
at her slash.
Mandy grunted into the cock as she felt another one drive deep into her
cunt. Hands held her hips as the cock began to work in and out of her
furiously. She tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth, but the ferocious
ruttings of the man fucking her kept throwing off her pace.
The man sitting before her growled and slapped her face, cursing at her.
She redoubled her efforts, trying to ignore the pounding against her ass. The
man shoved his cock deep into her mouth, cursing at her angrily. His hand
fastened around her hanging titty and squeezed it tightly, twisting it around
painfully.
She moaned and jerked back, but was held in place easily. Her tit was
twisted again, and the cock pushed against the back of her mouth. Then the
cockhead slipped past her mouth and lodged in her throat. At once, the man
lunged forward, driving the cock down her throat.
He began to throat fuck her, timing his strokes with the man raping her
fuck-hole. The two of them lunged into her together, jamming their cocks into
her weak, helpless body and crushing her against them. Both of them were
grunting and laughing with pleasure.
Then the man throat fucking her came, his cum shooting down her throat
into her stomach. He slid his cock back out of her throat and Mandy gasped for
air. Another man knelt in front of her then and gripped her hair, forcing her
head up and back as his cock pushed between her lips.
Cum spewed down her fuck hole and the soldier pulled out, another taking
his place. Mandy's head reeled. She had never been taken like this, so meanly
and cruelly. She'd never been fucked by more than one man at a time.
The Bantu had been rough, but out of ignorance and not out of cruelty.
They had never knowingly inflicted pain on her as they used her body. These men
were different, city men, army men, who could do pretty much as they liked to
the helpless, and much used to rape.
Their hands dug into her flesh, pinching nastily, slapping her without
reason and cursing her continuously. Their nails dug into her nipples, grinding
hard to make her cry out. Their cocks hammered her with brutal savagery,
causing the maximum pain to her soft flesh.
Her hair was pulled and twisted, her face and head slapped. Her breasts
were crushed and mashed and pinched and slapped, and fingers abused her clit,
not to pleasure her, but to cause her pain. Each cry of pain brought laughter
from the men who surrounded her.
They had raped many girls and women, but never a White woman, and they
were getting the most of this opportunity, knowing another would probably not
present itself.
The cock in her throat shot it's load and pulled free. It was not
immediately replaced, though the dazed girl didn't know why. The cruel men
turned her so she was facing down the aisle between their benches, then the man
rutting her pulled free.
At first, she didn't know what was gong on. Then she felt a hard, sharp
pain at her anus. She moaned in fright as she realized the cock was trying to
force entrance there. She had never, ever done that before, thinking it
disgusting an filthy.
Now she felt her pained asshole forced open as the soldiers watched with
glee. A hard, fat cock was pushed slowly into her anus. Every cry of pain made
the soldiers laugh and giggle as they urged on the man behind her.
The cock drove deeper and deeper into her rectum, twisting and thrusting
with no regard at all for the pain she was experiencing. She had put up with a
lot from the Bantu, but now Mandy felt shattered and lost. She had never
encountered men like these before. They were worse, much worse than the Bantu.
She cried out in pain as the cock wormed deeper into her anus. Tears
poured from her eyes as the prick sank to the bottom of her asshole and lodged
firmly and tightly inside her. Hands slapped her and squeezed her. The cock
held still but a moment, then pulled back, hurting as much as it had going in.
The soldier began to rut furiously, humping in and out, tearing his cock
around inside her, ripping her flesh and reaming out her asshole. He beat down
her sphincter and crammed his long, oozing cock pole down into the deepest pit
of her asshole.
Then her hair was jerked viciously and her head pulled up. A fat Black
cock stared her in the face. Seconds later someone cuffed her hard, rocking her
head. The cock prodded at her lips and she meekly opened them, allowing the man
to stuff his cock into her mouth.
Again she was hammered from two sides. One cock slammed up and down her
tight anal sheath, the other slid back and forth over her shapely, pouting
lips. The man fucking her ass was pounding into her with relentless force, his
cock slicing in and out of her with brutal ease.
He was grunting, a high singing song of conquest and satisfaction. He
drove his spurting rod deep into her guts and sprayed a hot load of salty seed
into her body. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks, then he withdrew, immediately
replaced by another.
Another hard cock penetrated her anus, thrusting balls deep inside her.
This one was long than the other and caused painful cramps deep in the recesses
of her belly as it brought hard pressure to bear inside her. The man showed now
mercy, ripping the cock up and down her anal passage as his hands slapped out a
crude, brutal tattoo on her soft White ass cheeks.
His hands soon turned her ass red with pain as his cock continued to
skewer her tight asshole. His hands moved up her body to her ribs, his knuckles
pressing hard and making her wince with pain. Then his hands slid under her and
started squeezing her hanging titties.
The man fucking her face, jammed his cockhead deep down her throat, then
spit out his dirty sperm. As he withdrew, the man raping her asshole, jerked
her back against him. His hands slid under her arms, then up behind her head in
a full nelson, pulling her way up and back, bowing her back as his cock ground
deep into her ass.
She was half sitting on his hard cock, her back arched painfully and her
head pressed downward. He rubbed his hard cock back and forth in her ass tunnel
as others around them pawed and fondled her breasts and crotch. Fingers slid up
her cunt tunnel while her nipples were pinched and twisted.
A cock was pushed against her face and she swallowed it, sucking
instinctively now as her body burned with pain and fear. The men manhandled her
like a rag doll. She was pulled back down on the floor of the truck bed, on her
right side. Her head was forced back and the cock in her mouth slid down her
throat.
The man ass fucking her knelt behind her, holding her left leg high in
the air as he rutted into her. Another man knelt in front of her at her crotch.
He helped the man behind her force her leg higher still so her tendons screamed
in pain. Then his cock was pushed against her cunt.
She whimpered in confusion and misery as the man's hard erection forced
open her tight cunt and worked it's way into her. Her entire crotch was afire
with pain now as her skin was tautly stretched between the two raping cocks.
The soldiers were not to be denied, however, and soon her cunt tube was stuffed
with male meat.
The two men sawed their cocks back and forth in her belly, churning her
guts into a boiling frothy mixture of pain and bewildered arousal. She seemed
to no longer have control of her bodily functions as her skin rippled with heat
and her guts fluttered and spasmed.
Out of nowhere, her arousal blasted into the stratosphere and consumed
her body. Her frame was slashed with razor sharp sexual shocks that blasted
into her with the impact of an explosion. Her body was speared by three giant
cocks and helpless to withhold it's hot sexual fever of carnal response.
Part Seven
Joe arrived at the little town several hours later. There he found Moure
and a pair of Rovers. Moure was sleeping under one and Joe had to lay down on
the ground and stick his leg underneath to jab the man awake.
Inside the Rovers was the equipment he'd been unable to carry with him
downriver. There was a second Uzi, and a number of other weapons, including
explosives. Joe pulled out a stick of dynamite and looked at it, promising
himself he was going to stuff it up that Captain's asshole and light it.
"Where we go, Boss?" Moure queried.
"Where's the nearest army base?"
"That be north, near Bwale."
"That's where we're goin'."
"Them no good, Boss."
"That's for sure. I gotta find someone, though."
"Hokay, Boss."
A couple of hours later they were parked across the road and a half mile
down from the entrance to the army base. It wasn't a big place as things went,
but it was heavily guarded. Joe studied it through his binoculars, looking for
the most likely buildings where they would take prisoners.
Fortunately, there weren't many. Most of the structures were obviously
barracks. A few were supply type buildings, and a garage or two. There were
only two buildings that looked likely to be housing prisoners, and one of them,
the one with an extra barbed wire fence around it seemed to be number one.
He watched the soldiers doing their rounds and curled his lip. They were
typical of African soldiers, sloppy and poorly disciplined and trained. He
didn't think it would be very hard to penetrate this base. Getting through the
second fence would be only slightly harder. There were no guards on it, but
plenty of light.
He looked around the base a little more. There was there didn't seem to
be any kind of generator. That mean that the power came in from the big dam
fifty miles off. It would not be hard to cut the wire outside the base. Barring
bad luck, he'd find Mandy tonight, or rather, tomorrow morning, around three.
Mandy had come several times before the multiple fucks ended. The truck
slowed near a fence and several of the soldiers pulled her back into place on
the bench and put her clothes back around her. One even gave her a rough wipe
between the legs and over the tits with a rag.
The truck pulled through the gate and into what seemed to be some kind of
army base. They drove over to a building with another fence around it and the
truck stopped. A few seconds later the officer in charge came back from the
jeep and Mandy was pulled down from the truck, which drove away.
The man led her through a gate and up the walk to the two story
windowless building. There was a thick steel door and he pounded on it. The
door opened and she was dragged through. She looked around, her eyes wide. She
was in a very dimly lit little entrance hall. Narrow halls led off in three
directions and a stairwell led both up and down.
The officer said something to the men there and then led her across the
hall and down the concrete stairs. They emerged in an even more dimly lit
hallway. It was all concrete and lit only by a few naked bulbs hanging here and
there along it's length.
There were steel doors placed against the sides of the corridor and they
stopped in front of one of them. The man opened it and pushed Mandy through.
Then the door slammed shut behind her. She was in a very small concrete cell of
some sort. There were no furnishings. No cot or anything.
The cell was lit by one small lightbulb up high. The walls were covered
with scratch marks and stains. The floor was filthy and covered with old straw,
stained with ugly looking, foul smelling things. Bugs moved all around on the
walls and in the straw.
She stood in a corner, not wanting to touch anything. She didn't know
what she was going to do if she had to stay here for any length of time. The
idea of sleeping here was horrifying. She just couldn't bring herself to lie
down on the horrible looking floor, despite her exhaustion.
Hour after hour, she stood there in the corner. Her legs were becoming
stiff and weak. Finally there was a clanking sound and the door opened. A harsh
voice called out and she moved to the door, then shuffled out. There was
another officer of some sort. He grabbed her arm roughly and led her back down
the corridor and into another room, this one bigger.
There was a bored looking man standing in the room. His eyes widened with
interest when he saw Mandy. The two men spoke to one another and then the man
moved to Mandy and began pulling off her clothes. She sighed and did nothing to
stop or hinder him. In seconds she was nude.
The man pulled her over into a corner where there was a shower. He turned
the water on, cold of course and tossed her a bar of soap. She just looked at
it for a second and then back at him. He gestured impatiently. She started to
scrub herself, glad to clean off some of the filth she'd accumulated.
She felt itchy all over just from being near all those bugs in that
filthy cell and scrubbed her feet repeatedly. She also scrubbed between her
legs and over her tits. She only wished they had a douche and mouthwash so she
could get rid of all trace of the stinking sperm that had entered her body.
After she'd scrubbed herself, the water was turned off and the man pulled
her away from the shower and over to a table. His hands slid over her body,
lingering for a while on her breasts, which he squeezed repeatedly, like a
small child, fascinated with a new toy. His hands slid between her legs and
squeezed her pussy as well.
He looked at his watch and then sighed, apparently with regret. He
fetched a towel and threw it to her and Mandy began to dry herself. After that,
the man gave her a brush and led her to a little table that had a cracked and
dirty mirror over it.
Well, it was the first one she'd seen in a week and she was grateful,
until she saw herself. She winced at he horrible mass of tangled hair. It took
fifteen minutes of relentless attack before the tangles were out and her hair
fell more or less straight.
What she needed, she sighed, was a full perm, as well as a complete
massage, oil down, and makeover. She could stand to have her nails done too.
The man didn't seem likely to offer that however. He grunted impatiently, then
pulled her away from the chair and out the door into the corridor.
There was another soldier waiting there. He exchanged his hand for the
other's on Mandy's arm and then led her down the corridor to the stairs, then
up them. They didn't stop at the first floor, but instead went up to the
second. There, the hallway was much wider and looked much less threatening.
Mandy didn't care. She was just happy they weren't taking her back to the
dungeon, or whatever it was they called the basement. They walked to a wooden
door and stopped. Then the man knocked twice. After a moment, the door opened
and the man saluted an older man.
The older man replied in kind, his eyes on Mandy, roving up and down her
naked body. She'd been without clothes for so long now, that it was difficult
to be embarrassed as his eyes bored into her. He motioned her inside and then
closed the door.
She was in some kind of office. The man led her over to a chair sitting
in front of a desk and then sat her down. He moved around behind the desk and
looked across it at her, though he didn't sit down.
"Good afternoon." he said, his accent terrible.
"You speak english!" she cried.
"Yes. I speak english."
"Oh, thank God! Will you contact my parents and tell them where I am?"
"First you will answer my questions."
"Anything you want."
"Who do you work for?"
"Pardon?"
"Who do you work for?"
"I don't work for anybody." She said, confused.
"You work for the South Africans, don't you?"
"I told you, I don't work for anybody."
"What were you doing north of the river?"
"I was kidnapped!"
"You expect me to believe that?"
"But it's the truth. I was grabbed by some Bantu and taken to their
village."
"The Bantu would not have taken you there, especially not with that
strange hair of your's. They would have thought you were an evil spirit or
witch."
"Well, they did."
"Did you have sexual relations with them?"
She blushed and nodded.
"With who?"
"I don't know, a lot of them."
"So you are an American prostitute."
"I am not!" she said, indignantly.
"You lie! I see it now. You were sent here to use your filthy body and
influence our people into rebellion!"
"I was not!"
"That is just the kind of thing the filthy South Africans would do!" he
snarled, stomping around the corner of the desk and staring down at her
furiously.
"But I'm not a prostitute!" she protested. His hand swung down and
slapped her face so hard she was flung out of her chair. She sat on the floor,
holding her cheek and looking up at him in fear.
"Get up, you slut!"
"I'm not! I'm really not!"
She slowly got to her feet and the man shoved her back in the chair and
grabbed her still damp hair. He pulled her head far back so her neck bent
across the back of the chair. He laid his fist against her throat and looked
nastily down at her.
"One blow and you would die, slut!"
"Please don't hurt me!" she gasped.
He pulled her hair forward again, then jerked her out of the chair and
slammed her belly into the desk and shoved he down across it.
His knees forced her legs open and then she felt his hard male organ
pressing against her cuntlips. She sighed in resignation, by now almost used to
rape. His cock slid into her and he began to pump energetically. It was less
than a minute before he came inside her and pulled out again.
"I do not believe you whore!" he gasped. "You are a slut and a
prostitute. It is obvious that you work for the South Africans."
"But..."
"I will have you taken back to your cell. There you will remain for the
next ten or twenty years or so, until you decide to cooperate."
"But I don't know anything!" Mandy wailed, appalled at the idea of going
back to the little cell. She dropped to her knees in front of him and flung her
arms around his legs, tears coursing down her cheeks.
"Please, please don't send me back there!!" she begged.
"I'll do anything you want!"
"Well," he said, considering. "It might be possible for you to work out
your penance in some other way."
He carefully examined her body again, noting the fullness of her round
breasts and the perfection of her skin, despite the numerous light scratches.
"I think we can find some other form of punishment for you." he smiled.
She was unsurprised at what the "punishment" consisted of. She was given
another cell, only this one was on the second floor here, and was much bigger
and nicer. It had a nice big bed to and Mandy found herself spending most of
her time in it.
Every hour or so, another man would come to her, always an officer of
course. She would twist and turn her body as they directed, then allow herself
to be pushed to her back or onto her knees as the man fucked her. None of them
spent much time fucking her, generally spraying inside her within minutes.
For that she was grateful. She wondered if she was to be an actual
prostitute for the rest of her life. That was what she seemed to be now. Did
they really think she was a hooker? Probably not. She doubted it mattered to
them.
After some hours, she was exhausted, but the men showed no sign of
stopping. There were no clocks or anything, so she didn't know what time it
was. There weren't even any windows to look out of. She didn't know if it was
day or night.
She took a quick shower. The officers didn't want to smell each other on
her skin. She douched, for much the same reason, then took off her shower cap
and brushed her hair. Five minutes later, her next customer arrived.
He didn't arrive alone, though. Mandy stared in surprise as the man, a
big fat guy, led in a small thin girl behind him. She was a couple of years
younger than Mandy, and he skin was as Black as Mandy's was White. She was just
as naked too.
The two girls stared at each other for a moment, then the man said
something. Mandy didn't understand it but the girl evidently did. She moved
forward until the two were standing only a foot apart.
Mandy stared at her. She was shorter than Mandy, and her breasts were
smaller. Despite the darkness of the girl's flesh, Mandy could see the dark
slit between her legs, for the girl had no pubic hair. Mandy had never seen a
girl this old without pubic hair, and realized at once that it must have been
shaved off.
Mandy's gaze travelled up to her face. It was pudgy, with wide brown eyes
and the very light coating of Black hair that most African women had.
The man said something else and the girl moved against her. Mandy jerked
back slightly, but knew she had to do whatever the man wanted. The girl's body
pressed against her's, and her arms came around Mandy and caressed her White
skin.
Mandy stared into the girl's brown eyes in fright, worried now that she
would respond even worse than she had with her male rapists. The one time she
had cum before had been with a woman, and it had worried her for years. Now she
was faced with another, and had no choice but to let the girl fondle her, and
even return the caresses.
Already the girl's hands were sliding up and down her lower back, then
they slid down softly over her buttocks, following the contours of her rounded
cheeks as her fingers barely touched her. Suddenly the girl's fingers gave a
tight squeeze. Mandy gasped and jerked upward onto her toes, her body pushing
against the Black girl's.
Their breasts touched, and it was like the girl was a live electrical
circuit. Mandy's round breasts exploded with blood, swelling up like balloons,
their nipples hardening and lengthening, pressing into the Black girl's own
smaller Black breasts.
Their bodies rubbed together as the far man watched with an interested
smirk. The Black girl cocked her head to one side then kissed Mandy, her lips
wide and soft and wet. The kiss went on and on, the girl obviously familiar
with the man's tastes and knowing how to please him.
Mandy found herself returning the kiss, found her own arms instinctively
going around the smaller girl's shoulders and her hands rubbing the girl's
back. Their lips moved together with more and more passion, their tongues
dancing together, first in Mandy's mouth, then in the other girl's.
The Black girl pulled her lips away, lowering her head to Mandy's soft
rounded breasts. She cupped one gently, forcing the nipple out even further.
Her lips surrounded the long pink bud of flesh, pressing down against it,
surrounding it, and then rubbing softly from side to side as her tongue swirled
on the very tip of the sharp little nubin.
Then her lips moved forward, her mouth suckling as the Black girl took
more of Mandy's tit meat into her mouth. Now Mandy could feel the girl's teeth
against her nipple, pressing down, not hard, but with a sharpness, a slight
pain that send heat coursing through Mandy's body.
The Black girl's hand slid up and down the crevice between Mandy's firmly
rounded ass cheeks, the stroking soft, and slow, then suddenly the hand slid
down between Mandy's legs from behind, and squeezed her pubic mound grimly.
Mandy gasped and pulled the girl's head into her tits.
She felt her body shivering and her legs going rubbery. The Black girl
was suckling furiously at her breast as her fingers prodded at Mandy's cunt
slit, then she forced the tight lips apart and drove a finger up into Mandy's
cunt, wiggling it about with quick, agile movements.
Mandy felt herself lowering as her legs gave way, and then she was on her
knees, looking up into the Black girl's hairless slit. The girl spread her
legs, straightening her body and caressing the sides of Mandy's head. She
pulled Mandy forward, so her face was pressed into her Black groin, then rubbed
herself against the White girl.
Mandy opened her mouth, hesitantly, then her tongue slid out and touched
the Black girl's cunt slit. She rubbed her tongue up and down the narrow slash,
pushing harder and deeper, trying to force her tongue up the tight twat hole.
Her hands slid around the girl and cupped and squeezed her small ass cheeks.
Her fingers dug deep into the flesh as her mind was dazed by brilliant
flashes of sexual electricity. She rubbed her tongue madly up and down the
slit, then found the little pink clitty peaking out and began to work on it
with almost desperate intensity.
The girl began to moan and sigh with pleasure, her hips slowly pumping
from side to side and in and out. She arched her back, and brought her hands up
behind her head, throwing her chest out. Her eyes closed to narrow slits and
she moaned louder, partly from pleasure, partly because she knew the watching
man wanted her to.
She began to mumble and mutter in a low panting voice, words that Mandy
didn't understand, but the ogling man did. His cock swelled with excitement as
he watched the White girl's tongue dance in the Black girl's crotch.
Then the girl seized Mandy's face and pulled her hard against her crotch
as she rubbed furiously against her. She cried out in ecstasy, her body
trembling and shaking through a light orgasm that she exaggerated for effect.
She let her knees gave way and fell down onto her knees in front of Mandy.
Their lips joined again, and their arms encircled each other, then they
slid to the ground, their bodies rubbing and stroking each other. The Black
girl laid on top of Mandy, who spread her legs wide, and began to rub up and
down against her, stroking the White girl's jittery wet crotch with her own.
She suckled fiercely on Mandy's round titties, her hand sliding between
the White girl's legs and stroking her cunt. A finger pushed into Mandy, then a
second, then a third, then a fourth. Mandy groaned and whimpered and humped up
against the pumping fingers as her body tingled and shook with arousal.
Then she gave a low gasp as her cunt was forced even wider. The Black
girl's wrist passed through her cunt and she had her entire hand inside Mandy's
cunt box. She bunched up her fingers into a tight little fist and worked her
hand even deeper as the White girl writhed beneath her.
She finally reached the bottom of the tight, wet, sucking cunt box and
ground her knuckles against Mandy's cervix, making the girl howl in pleasure.
Mandy jerked and humped and twisted in a mad sexual dance, her body consumed by
vast waves of intense erotic bliss.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH! OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mandy gasped.
"OH YES! OH YES! YES! YES!"
The Black girl pumped her fist up and down the spasming pink cuntslit,
watching with amusement as the White girl went insane beneath her. Mandy's body
thrashed and shook, jerking and bucking furiously as she was whipped by
hurricane force winds of delirious sexual pleasure.
She shook and trembled and whined like a bitch cat with her tail on fire.
The hole between her legs had become a furnace, then an erupting volcano that
threatened to fry her with it's intense heat. Her eyes rolled back and her body
stiffened, then she collapsed motionless, her chest heaving with exertion.
Part Eight
It was almost embarrassingly easy. He simply cut a couple of the strands
of wire and slipped into the camp. There were no guards in sight. The one that
was supposed to be patrolling had evidently gone to sleep somewhere. He kept
low as he moved across the dark camp, heading for the second fence, the one
around the building that was his target.
He slipped into some bushes a dozen yards from the fence and waited,
scanning his watch. Two minutes later, the lights went out and he raced forward
and clipped the lowest strand, then slid under. He used a small piece of wire
from his pocket to tie the severed strand back together, then raced to the
building and jumped, grabbing the drainpipe.
This was a gamble, but it held and he shinnied up to the top and fell
over on the roof, gasping for breath. The lights came back on again. There was
no loud outcry or anything. Maybe nobody had even noticed. But no, the door
below opened and a fat looking guy with a machine pistol came out and looked
around. Apparently satisfied, he went back inside.
Joe crept across the roof. There it was, a door leading down. He knew
there'd be one. It was locked of course, but that presented no major
difficulty. He took out the pry bar from his belt and slowly began to work on
it. It didn't take long. The wood was rotting and the steal was rusting.
Five minutes later, with very little sound, the door popped open and he
slid inside. There was a narrow stairway, which he moved down. At the foot was
another door, this one unlocked. He stepped through and into a hallway.
It was quiet in the hall, though from each of the numerous doors came
quiet and unidentifiable sounds. He pushed the first one open a crack and
looked in. There was a naked Black man on a bed. A young girl, only barely
developing, was squatting atop him, taking his thick cock into her body.
He closed the door. The next revealed much the same, except the girl was
older. Across the hall, he opened the door to find a man fucking a boy in the
ass. The next room revealed an oriental woman hanging from her wrists from the
ceiling. Joe couldn't see the guy, and didn't care to. He closed the door and
moved on.
He pushed open another door. There was a man sitting on a chair, his back
to the door. Joe couldn't see any girl. This was obviously some kind of
whorehouse and he couldn't imagine the guy being alone. He opened the door
further, peering around it.
There was a pair of legs on the floor. They were obviously female, and
just as obviously Black. He started to retreat, then curiosity got the best of
him. What the heck was she doing sitting on the floor?
He pushed his head around the door. Now he could see much better. The
girl was on her back and there was another girl on top of her. The two were
sixty-nineing and the one on top was White... with pink hair!" He was so
relieved he almost laughed.
Instead, he crept into the room and closed the door. The man looked up in
surprise just to catch the butt of his Uzi in the face. A second blow took him
in the head and he fell over, unconscious. Joe moved around him to the girl's
who were still licking and slurping at each other's pussies.
He gripped the pink hair and pulled upward. Mandy blinked in dazed
confusion.
"Time to go pinky." he said. He looked down at the Black girl, who looked
back impassively. He pulled on Mandy's arm and hauled her to her feet, where
she staggered and would have fallen if not for his firm hold.
He picked up the Black man's pants and slipped them onto Mandy's legs,
rolling them up at the bottom. Then he grabbed the uniform jacket and got her
into that, tying the belt to keep it closed around her.
"Let's go."
"Go?" she mumbled, in confusion.
"Just follow me." he sighed, pulling her along, hand in hand.
He opened the door and peaked outside. There was nothing moving. Everyone
was too busy. They went down the hallway and up the stairs to the roof. Joe
checked his watch and pulled Mandy over to a corner, where he'd tied a rope
earlier.
"Do you think you can climb down a rope?"
She looked at him blankly and he cursed softly and tied the other end of
the rope around her under her arms. He checked his watch again. Just then the
lights went out.
"Over you go lovey." he said, pushing Mandy over the edge of the
building. She gave a low cry, but stopped when she realized the rope was
preventing her from falling.
He lowered her to the ground, where she sat down dumbly at the base of
the wall. He jumped over and slid quickly down to the ground, landing beside
her.
"Let's go, kid!" he hissed. He slipped the rope off and then pulled her
to the fence, quickly pulling the wire loose and shoving her threw.
A minute or so later, the fat guy came out of the door again and looked
around. He saw the rope coming down from the roof and gave a cry of alarm. A
second man joined him and then the two raced back into the building and up the
stairs.
They drove for over half an hour before Mandy finally began to talk.
"Are you going to take me back to the camp where I was kidnapped?" She
asked, softly.
"No. Of course not. You're parents are in Harare anyway."
"Are we going there?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"What about tonight?"
"Tonight, we take you to what passes for a luxury hotel in this city."
"Luxury." she said. "That would be something new."
"I hope you like it."
Thirty minutes later, they entered a large, and old building. There were
thick wall to wall carpets in the lobby. Apparently he already had a room for
they didn't go to the desk. Instead he led her to the elevator. The man inside
looked at her unusual clothes but then politely averted his eyes.
Then they were in his room on the fourth floor. It was tastelessly
overdone, with big carvings and murals and atrociously ostentatious
furnishings. Mandy loved it though. She loved the shower and bath even more.
She spent half an hour in the shower, scrubbing herself down. When that was
done, she filled up the bathtub and spent another hour in the bath.
She emerged, finally, clad in a big oversized bath towel, her hair
falling behind her in a dark red wave.
"You look much better." Joe said.
"I feel much better."
She sat down beside him on the couch, looking at the big fire crackling
in the fireplace. "I guess I have a lot to thank you for." she said.
"Part of the service."
"It must have been hard finding me in the jungle like that, then to break
me out of that awful army base... "
"I'll charge your father a finders fee."
She smiled. "I'd like to apologise."
"For what?"
"For the way I treated you, you know, before I was kidnapped."
"Oh, that. Forget it."
"I was a bitch. Admit it."
"Ok. You were a bitch."
She smiled again.
"Still, there were moments."
"You mean in your tent?" he grinned.
"Yes, of course I mean that. That was, I'll have you know, the first
orgasm I've had with a man, ever."
"You're kidding!"
She shook her head.
"What do you mean, with a man?"
"I had one when I was much younger, with a woman, and of course, I've had
a number, as they say, on my own."
"A woman, huh. I wondered whether you were gay."
"I'm not really. I haven't even been with a woman in three or four years,
except for tonight that is."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Don't get cocky, Joe. I came like gangbusters with the Bantu, remember,
and even in the truck on the way to the army camp... well, anyway, let's just
say that you don't have to be superman to make me cum now. I don't know how or
when I changed, but I've become a multi-orgasmic nympho."
"All women should be so lucky, and all men."
"So anyway..." she continued, swirling a little of the brandy he'd poured
into a glass for her, "I forgive you for the rather rude way you uh, did me
then, and even for doing me again in the village. Oh yes, I know about it.
Didn't think I'd remember, did you?" she grinned.
"It was sort of, thrust upon me, lass."
"Not half as much as it was thrust upon me."
"Aww well."
"I forgive you for that, but I want a favor."
"Name it."
"I've been fucked like a she bitch so often in the last week, screwed in
the dirt and grass and mud, hammered by big dicked jerks and all. I want
something else. I want you to make love to me."
"After all you've been through?"
"I want to see if it's me that's changed, or whether it was just the
roughness that made me cum. Do I need to be used like that or can I have an
orgasm that doesn't leave bruises?"
She stood up and let the towel fall to the floor. Joe set his glass down
and stood up as well. He reached out and took her hand, then led her forward
until they were next to the fireplace, then he gently drew her down onto the
heavily carpeted floor.
"How's this for cliched?" he grinned, pushing her onto her back beside
the fire. He knelt beside her, then pulled off his shirt and slipped his pants
down. Nude, he sat next to her, his hand sliding softly across her flesh,
caressing her curves and sweet rounded breasts.
He laid down next to her, his arm going around her. Their faces leaned
together and they kissed, softly, gently. His hand continued to slowly massage
the flesh of her shoulders and sides, then slid easily down over her belly and
into her groin. He cupped her moist pubic region, his fingers rubbing softly.
Her breathing became heavier as his lips slid over her's and down against
the side of her throat. He kissed her there, then his lips moved downward
kissing her shoulders, then her breasts. He sucked in her left nipple, and slid
it around inside his mouth, his tongue rubbing against it. Then he let it go
and took in her right nipple, repeating the gentle suckling.
He kissed his way down her body until he was between her legs. Mandy
spread them wide, drawing them back so her heels rested against the sides of
her buttocks. He laid between her legs, his face against her crotch. Slowly his
tongue began to work up and down her slit.
She closed her eyes and laid motionless as his tongue and fingers began
to manipulate her clitty and delve between the ever more moist lips of her cunt
hole. He sucked on her lips, then moved to her clitty and began to work on it,
his teeth grinding back and forth on it as she started to mewl in pleasure and
hump slightly against him.
His hands caressed her buttocks as his tongue worked on her clitty and
pussy. He slipped a finger into her cunt, pushing it in to the knuckle and
working it easily around. His tongue continued to slither back and forth across
her clit as he started to slowly pump the finger in and out of the young woman.
She groaned loudly, her hands coming down to his hair and caressing his
head. He worked against her clit with long, slow raping licks, making her raise
her ass in the air and move it in slow circles. His tongue pushed forcefully in
between her lips and sucked out wads of girl juice, then returned to her clit.
His finger was joined by a second, then a third, pumping slowly in and
out as his tongue moved faster on her clitty. Then she suddenly gave a moan of
pleasure and her hands pressed down hard on his head as she humped up at him.
She jerked and shook as an orgasm rolled over her.
"So... so now... we know." she panted, when it had subsided. He slid up
her body, his tongue suckling on her breasts again before he laid down atop
her. She stared up into his face as her breasts pushed heavily against his
chest. Then they kissed, a long, slow gentle kiss of certainty and pleasure.
She felt his hardness pressing against her belly and reached down to take
it in her hand. He raised his crotch slightly and Mandy took the cock and
placed it against her hot, wet pussy entrance. Then she slid her ass slightly
over and pushed it in. He settled down upon her again, his cock sliding easily
and deeply into her cunt.
She groaned involuntarily as his hard hot meat filled her up. She
clenched down on her cunt muscles, feeling his cock with them. She slid her
arms around his body as their kiss continued. He began to slowly push his body
up and down over her's, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.
She sighed with pleasure, not pushing back, just resting there, legs
spread, enjoying the sensation of being fully penetrated by the fat organ. It
slid in and out of her body, rubbing persistently across her clitty and
bringing new arousal to her body.
Her skin flushed with excitement as her body began to twitch and tremble
with sexual bliss. Her hands slid down to his ass and squeezed down, drawing
him in tighter. She slid her legs up around him and shook her head from side to
side.
They rolled over, and now she was on top, a position she had not occupied
in some time. She straddled his hips, sitting atop his organ and gazing down at
him. She bent forward and kissed him as he cupped her breasts and fondled them
with his rough fingers.
She pushed back up, sitting down, then kneeling, her knees wide apart on
either side of his hips. She rose up, pulling herself high above him so only
the tip of his cock was inside her. Then slowly, wanting it to last forever,
she slid down his shaft, letting it push up into her belly.
He pulled her down again, his hands around her back and head as they
kissed, then they rolled over again, and now he was on top once more. He began
to fuck into her with harder strokes, his cock sliding back and forth across
her clit as she shivered in excitement.
She felt her body quiver and shake, felt the orgasm high above her. It
was a huge sparkling white cloud, vast and deep, it fell downward onto her,
engulfing her, and making her body shake and spasm and convulse in erotic
ecstasy.
His cock plunged back and forth within her, and seconds later the cloud
engulfed him also. Searing heat joined their bodies as his juices spat down
into her and joined with her own. Their cum went on and on and on, and then as
they slowly relaxed, their hands began to stroke and squeeze again, as they
started towards another.
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Please be advised that any fan mail might prompt further
postings. :) - Dark Dreamer
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